I need to write again. I've put alcohol out of my life. Four days sober, I don't want a drink. Not like that.
I don't know what to DO with myself.
Foxwife says it's probably best to let a vice go if you're pursuing it out of boredom.
I follow a compulsion. It might be easier to do it like Sampinos- switch my burning passion to something new every few weeks. But violin making is going to take over drinking, and my shoulders get exhausted before I am sated.
So back to writing, eh?
Write in the evenings. Make instruments in the mornings. Drink carrot juice and tea and all that nonToxic type of shit.
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