I’ve got addiction down to a tea
The advice to “Write drunk, edit sober” is often attributed (probably incorrectly) to the hard-drinking Ernest Hemingway, the Nobel Prize-winning novelist. Here’s my own riff on that advice. I could not have written five novels or 150 columns without swilling my beverage of choice between sentences. No, not bourbon, not Scotch, not absinthe. Just plain old tea. What gasoline is to an internal combustion engine under a car’s hood, tea is to the writing engine inside my skull. It keeps me chugging along. I have a friend who wrote two terrific novels years ago. Then he ...