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Eric: On clear, nearly-frozen liquor and the application of blogging.
Tonight, for those who don't know, is (inter)National Drunken Writing Day. The idea, as Wednesday mentioned some time ago, is that you open your blog, whatever it may be. You start drinking. Heavily, in fact.
And you write.
You write whatever comes to mind, under the influence of powerful liquor and imagination. You can run a spellchecker if you like, but you can't go back and edit when you're sober. You write, and you write, and you write.
And then you post.
And the next day, you don't edit, revise or remove that post.
It's like a saturnalia. It's like a visionquest. It's like a party, and we're all invited. Well, all those who aren't teetotalers. Maybe it will be glorious. Maybe it will be funny. Maybe it will be a disaster. I don't know.
So. I'm taking the day off from Enter the Recluse. Wednesday and I are both preparing. I have a fifth of General John Stark vodka -- I swear to Christ, it's a New Hampshire vodka distilled from apples that's tasty and more powerful than a bomb -- and I'm preparing myself emotionally for this.
In a little while, I'm going to pour myself a glass of it. I'm going to pour myself a water chaser. I'm going to eat protein rich food in advance, mind. And then I'm going to open my editor and I'm going to start drinking.
The results will get posted up here. I have no illusions that it will be good, but by God it will be real.
Thousands of miles away, simultaneously, Wednesday White will pour her first glass of Ancien Comte Corbieres Rouge Reserve 2004. She will open her own editor. And she will begin to write as well. And those results will also be posted.
We'll see you on the flip side. And bear in mind I expect to be hung over in the morning. I wouldn't be surprised if Wednesday were hung over too.
Have fun, gang. And if you're worried that we're glamorizing alcohol... that's probably because we are. But hey, it's just one night a year.
Posted by Eric Burns-White at November 5, 2005 8:19 PM
Comments
Comment from: Michael21 posted at November 5, 2005 8:27 PM
National Drunken Writing Day.
So... no different from any other day then. Gotcha.
Good luck!
Comment from: Wednesday White posted at November 5, 2005 8:32 PM
The "flip side"?
Dude. You're totally old.
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 5, 2005 8:34 PM
Ooh, drunk. Drunk might loosen up this writing knot I'm in and actually get something out. I might work on drunk.
Speaking of writing, Eric, any recommendations for graphics to represent word counts? I can't find one I like.
Comment from: Brandon E. posted at November 5, 2005 8:41 PM
Drunken blogging causes fingers to land on improper keys. Be prepared for much backspacing.
Comment from: Eric Burns posted at November 5, 2005 8:55 PM
I am totally old.
Comment from: Wednesday White posted at November 5, 2005 8:56 PM
Dude, why are you totally old already?
Comment from: quiller posted at November 5, 2005 8:59 PM
Hmm, I may just have to try this once I get back from dancing. The question is do I drink the mead I brewed with my ex-girlfriend, symbolic of the love that was to last forever but failed, or do I drink the blueberry cordial I made up this year, which I suppose is symbolic of moving on, since I did it on my own. Both are tasty but have flaws that I can learn from. Do I want to drink the bottle loaded with symbolism, or the one full of sweetness, fruit and kick?
Comment from: Eric Burns posted at November 5, 2005 9:02 PM
I totally have no idea how I got old.
Comment from: Eric Burns posted at November 5, 2005 9:03 PM
Quiller -- you could alternate.
Comment from: Zaq posted at November 5, 2005 9:07 PM
Does it have to be actual alcohol? Or do caffeine, sugar, and sleep deprivation count? Because I've got this massive essay that I'm in the middle of anyway, and I have every reason to believe it's going to be quite a long night of plugging away at it...
Yes, I am doing this on a Saturday night. I procrastinated for three weeks, this at least lets me pretend to be responsible.
Besides, I take way too many medications to use alcohol anyway. But that's neither here nor there.
Comment from: megs posted at November 5, 2005 9:09 PM
The hardest thing about blogging while intoxicated is remembering your password!
Other than that, totally glam. Rock. David Bowie. Drinking is a beautiful, beautful thing, but only if you drink quality stuff, which assuredly both Eric and Weds do. So glamorize the hell out of it. Put on those heels, Eric! You deserve it!
Comment from: Eric Burns posted at November 5, 2005 9:26 PM
The General is quality hooch.
Comment from: 32_footsteps posted at November 5, 2005 9:28 PM
And John Stark makes a drunkenly triumphant return to Websnark. Oh, maybe it's not the same John Stark, but they're both inspired by the original brigadier general. Good enough for me.
Of course, I'm not going to participate, being both a teetotaler myself and not having a blog to speak of. But good luck to those getting hammered, and I've got the keys in a laundry sack just to notify the designated drivers/copy editors tonight.
And what does it say that the first thing that came to mind in reading these comments was Slaughterhouse-Five?
Comment from: HKR posted at November 5, 2005 9:31 PM
I have some generic red wine from a jug (The label is removed, I have no idea what it is, only that it's a red wine). I'm gonna start writing and drinking after dinner, which is in an hour or so.
Comment from: Kate Sith posted at November 5, 2005 9:38 PM
Oh man. That was tonight? Sheeit. I'm stuck at home. With my mom.
(Well, also with $12 worth of miniatures squirreled away in the room, but still--at home. With the mom.)
Balls.
(...vodka raspberries in the fridge, too. TEMPTING.
Maybe after she falls asleep.)
Comment from: 32_footsteps posted at November 5, 2005 9:43 PM
No, Kate. Penises. We're all about the penises, not the balls. Though you'd think they'd be a package deal.
Comment from: Polychrome posted at November 5, 2005 9:48 PM
I look forward to your drunken, semi- to incoherent ramblings.
Comment from: mckenzee posted at November 5, 2005 9:49 PM
I'm drinking... and eating, but probably not to excess. Hopefully I'll write a bit too.
Comment from: Horus posted at November 5, 2005 9:50 PM
My package is a deal. In fact, it's a great deal.
Comment from: Phil Kahn posted at November 5, 2005 10:11 PM
I've already done mine. And it was a blast. I haven't ranted like that in a while. And on my favorite rant subject! Experimental film!
Shit! I forgot to post what, in fact, I was drinking!
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 5, 2005 10:24 PM
Dammit, it's not even 11:00 and I'm already out of bacardi vanilla. This does not bode well.
Oh, and Eric? Ulysses? A godsend of a program. I might abandon Microsoft Word for all future noveling efforts. Could you stop pointing out such useful things? So many irons in the fire...
Comment from: Phil Kahn posted at November 5, 2005 10:30 PM
Wait. No I didn't. I definitely included what I was drinking the first time. Hunh.
Drunk.
Comment from: Ardaniel posted at November 5, 2005 10:39 PM
Just did my first shot of Godiva Chocolate Liqueur. Dunno how much I'm actually going to drink, but that was some *good* shit.
Comment from: Christopher B. Wright posted at November 5, 2005 10:55 PM
Since I'm not an imbiber I'm going to have to get totally hopped up on caffeine and/or completely strung out on sleep deprivation, but if I can manage not to keep my wits about me when I get to that point I'm going to participate. If I actually *do* keep my wits about me I'll probably wind up trying to go to sleep (which might be difficult if the coffee thing happened).
Comment from: Suzanne posted at November 5, 2005 11:00 PM
Damn. Phil's post was great. (But I LIKE Dots, dude!)
Can't wait to see what Weds and Eric pull out.
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 5, 2005 11:10 PM
Dots rock. Especially when they get stuck around one of your molars and you spent the rest of the night trying to pick it off and you end up spraining a taste bud because it got caught between two teeth.
hrm. my inner editor is dead. drowned in rum. yum. :)
Comment from: Wednesday White posted at November 5, 2005 11:21 PM
Yeah, I talked about liking tits. I WIN.
Also, Eric's still old.
Comment from: Patrick Harris posted at November 5, 2005 11:32 PM
Heh. I do that every day. I have multiple tags for it, even - posts I made and then made private, posts I made while plastered and decided to keep, drunken phone posts (those are the worst) ...
It's not all it's cracked up to be, imo.
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 5, 2005 11:35 PM
Ms. White, where is your blog, anyway?
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 5, 2005 11:41 PM
so totally nevermind. found said post. dumb dumb dumb.
Comment from: Paul Gadzikowski posted at November 6, 2005 12:09 AM
I totally have no idea how I got old.
Dude, you get old by not dying. Really! You go along not dying and oldness just happens. Trust me on this, man, I've been at not dying longer'n you guys have.
Comment from: A.G. Hopkins posted at November 6, 2005 12:53 AM
Quiller; drink the mead. Forget the symbolism, or if you must symbolise, consider it a step towards moving on, and finishing up. Clean out the detritus of your old life, and begin anew.
me? I'm not going to get drunk, because I a: Hate hangovers, now that it takes me two days to recover from them, and b: I can't type worth a damn when I'm sober. When I'm drunk, you wouldn't be able to read it, and c: oh who cares about c?
Go forth, drink and enjoy. I'll be here when you all get back.
Comment from: gwalla posted at November 6, 2005 2:25 AM
The flip side? Eric's been watching old tapes of Kidd Video?
Comment from: quiller posted at November 6, 2005 3:15 AM
Got home at 12:01 AM from my evening's activities. No drunken writing night for me. But I'll drink a toast to the rest of you working tonight. Maybe next year, or is it going to be on a weeknight next year? Salut! (The blueberry cordial, not going to uncork a bottle of mead for a single drink) I wonder what I would have written. Well, here's another toast, to the works of art that never were, (one of my favorite things in Sandman was the library of unwritten novels) It's kind of funny, it is possible that my night's activity was decided by a few traffic lights and the state of traffic on the 405 freeway. Pity, but such is life.
Comment from: kirabug posted at November 6, 2005 3:21 AM
Is it a bad sign when I get my butt disqualified from NaDruWriNi because I didn't post everything I wrote, because it's 4700+ words? Wednesday, remember warning me that my participation was dependent on whether I thought it would harm my word count? I think I'm ok. Tired, not overly drunk anymore, but really very okay.
Thanks for the fun!
Comment from: Abby L. posted at November 6, 2005 2:34 PM
This is my favorite part of being a teetotaler. Watchin the drunkies make fools of themselves. ;)
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