It has been a rough weekend. I was at a wedding all day Friday and last night I went to see The Lemonheads. I must have consumed several weeks worth of drink. I am only recovering now- and it is three thirty in the afternoon!
I was up early this morning as I had agreed to meet a friend for breakfast. I don't really get headaches the next day but I was disorientated. I am in no fit shape to write in that condition.
It is a funny thing- some people believe that drinking helps the creative process but for me it only blurs how I think and my mental capacity is badly affected.
While drunk- the imagination also becomes more base. One starts to think only of food and procreation! Not that those things are necessarily bad, it's just that the complexities of life can be filtered out when writing under the influence.
And of course, that is the point. One of the reasons why drink is so attractive is because life does seem less difficult while drunk. You feel you can take on the world and win.
I guess that some of the people who find that drink helps them write, suffer from a confidence issue. But it may only help in this limited way- one can find the courage to commit words to the page when an otherwise self critical mind imposes a writer's block.
Later I will put a Muse CD into my sound system, turn on the laptop and get a couple of thousand words written. It is a process I fully enjoy, as I work my way towards the end of another novel.
I will be sober.
Showing posts with label Belfast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belfast. Show all posts
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Sunset Behind Black Mountain.
I was in work this evening and when I took my 15 min break, I was awe struck by the sunset behind Black Mountain. It reminded me of when I was young and still living in Belfast.
I could see a part of Black Mountain from my back bedroom. I rememeber being sent to bed early during the summer when it was still bright outside. Even when I was five or six years old, this image always had the ability to take me away from my everyday concerns.
Reflecting upon this now, this was during the height of 'The Troubles.' Belfast was in the mist of bombings, shootings and punishment beatings. Of course, I was too young to understand what was going on but I did understand what a beautiful country we all lived in.
Human beings are very forgetful. We get wrapped up in our everyday concerns. Percieved injustices, extreme pain, betrayl, ideals and tribal politics can all distort our sense of reality in brutal ways. A societal beat can control our movements until we only see what we are 'meant' to see.
It is always important to look at things a little closer or try a different perspective. Sometimes it is important to unlearn the lessons of the past so that we can try to move in a new way.
Anyone for salsa?
I could see a part of Black Mountain from my back bedroom. I rememeber being sent to bed early during the summer when it was still bright outside. Even when I was five or six years old, this image always had the ability to take me away from my everyday concerns.
Reflecting upon this now, this was during the height of 'The Troubles.' Belfast was in the mist of bombings, shootings and punishment beatings. Of course, I was too young to understand what was going on but I did understand what a beautiful country we all lived in.
Human beings are very forgetful. We get wrapped up in our everyday concerns. Percieved injustices, extreme pain, betrayl, ideals and tribal politics can all distort our sense of reality in brutal ways. A societal beat can control our movements until we only see what we are 'meant' to see.
It is always important to look at things a little closer or try a different perspective. Sometimes it is important to unlearn the lessons of the past so that we can try to move in a new way.
Anyone for salsa?
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