Writing drunk

I wonder how many writers like to write after a few beers, or a few six packs, and re-read it the next day and likened it to a literary drink-driving car crash.

Most Friday nights (football night, go the Broncos and the Dogs), when my wife has passed out on the lounge and doing her erupting volcano impression and the writing bug is too overwhelming, I retire to my study. I switch on the laptop and furiously type whatever the hell comes into my head, because thinking and writing when drunk just don't mesh with me. Most times, there are a few good ideas in what I write - take away value: a very good worst case scenario, but on rare occasions, there are some startling insights and superior writing.

Last week, I finished my second draft of The Evil (fucking yay for me), and wondered what the hell I could do now while it was being read. I had nothing on my mind apart from another six pack of XXXX in the fridge that threatened to go off it not drunk that night, so I settled in my chair and started to write.

Six days later, I'm 22,000 words into my first draft of "Mr Hat", one of my more explicit horror novels. What I wrote when I was drunk needed tidying up - but damn, it was good writing. Wonder how much was me and how much was the muse at work.

Writing drunk? Not a good thing, but I want to write all the time regardless, drunk or not.