It’s Friday night.
My roommate went out with friends, and I stayed behind to conserve some money. Mostly because I’d like to spend it on some editing for my stories. And also because I needed to write tonight.
Before my roommate left, they hung out in the room and had a few drinks with me to kick off the night. I decided right then that I’d try the Hemingway experiment tonight. “Write drunk. Edit sober.” And I must say, it feels amazing.
Writer’s block? No such thing.
Grammatical errors? I’ll get back to you.
I’m going to have to write like this more often. Writer friends: Try it out.
Maybe this Ernest guy was onto something.