Yesterday in my comments on Carmen McCain’s post, I quoted Susan Sontag in all seriousness. I might have thought better of doing so if I had bothered first to take in this image:
This from a collection of photos at Flavorwire of writers in various stage of un-work. Mostly these folks do not look inebriated, but with Hunter S. Thompson, Papa Hemingway, and Kurt Vonnegut in the mix, I would remain none to sure. It is comforting to know that writers are people too, just like you and me. Though I will say that unlike Hunter S. Thompson, I have never driven down the Vegas strip with a naked blow up doll sitting in my lap. No doubt it is this kind of self-repression that is keeping me from being the writer I was meant to be.
Side Note: A personal favorite is of screenwriter Dalton Trumbo working in the bathtub. Which leads to a writerly twist on the drunken parlor game question: Most unusual place you’ve ever done it? Your writing, I mean?