It's All About the Beer!

You know what gets my creative juices flowing? Guinness Irish Stout!  Yup.  I don't know what it is, but for some reason, when I see the creamy, foamy head doing it's sensuous dance through the black gold when I pour it into my Guinness glass, I wanna write.

I was told that for generations, Stout was used to increase one's appetite.  Physicians would recommend it to patients who had lost their appetite due to illness, and sure enough, just like how that weed  people smoke (illegally) gives one an appetite, Guinness reportedly does the same thing.  Hmm...maybe that's another reason I've put on weight - the beer, not the weed.

While just drinking one beer, I've finished answering 45 questions about my main character which I will use to help me turn this literary novel I'm currently working on into an emotionally and character driven best seller.  I'm on fire!

[Kelly's readers cannot help but think that she has had maybe one beer too many, as they believe it is ludicrous for Kelly to think that she'll turn out a best seller. Writers from all over the world for millennium have been earning the right to assume that their next work may be that next big thing, but only after they have published a plethora of articles, poems, and short-stories to prove they have the capabilities to be up to the job...geesh!]

Yes, people...I know it's absurd to have such high hopes.  But I have to admit that I'm very excited about my wip.  I don't even want to tell you about it, for fear that someone will run off with my concept.  And again, I know, I'm being ridiculous.  No one wants my book idea, you all have your own brilliant ideas.

I am proud of myself though, for conquering this life-long problem I've had with procrastination...for the time being, anyway.  So, I'll get done what I can while I have access to the couple of Guinness that sit in my fridge.
Didn't some of the most brilliant authors of all time indulge in alcoholic creative juices?  I'm sure I read that somewhere.

Oh, oh!  Damned fruit flies!! Get away from that beer!

Honey, can you bring me my sippy-cup, please?  Ahhh...now that's better.

I apologize in advance for this post!

I'll talk at you tomorrow.

Kelly