We’ve all been there, tapping away at our keyboard with this shit eating grin that screams, “You’re a genius!” With each word that passes through your fingers and shows up on the screen, the feeling of perfection grows. Satisfied, you sit back and read through it and are completely drunk on your words.
It’s uniquely yours and you become intoxicated by your clever play on words, hilarity, and all-around brilliance. Your heart is pounding while your stomach tightens, and you can’t wait for others to read what you’ve written.
This is writer’s euphoria and is easily one of the greatest highs I’ve ever experienced. It’s like an addiction so you continue to write so you can once again feel that elation course through your veins.
But what about the lows that comes after the euphoria? The self-doubt that creeps in unexpectedly. The reviewers that hate every single word that you loved and nurtured before hitting Publish.
Was your brain so muddled by your ingenuity that you missed something? Something vital that your readers picked up on immediately and, therefore discarded your months of hard work.
The great Ernest Hemingway once said words that forever remain in the forefront of my mind, “Write drunk, edit sober.” This also applies to writer’s euphoria.
Write drunk. Love your words and the emotions they evoke. And then when you’re done stroking yourself, step away from it. Remove yourself from your work and read it with a callous heart. Edit sober, but keep the alcohol close by just in case…
Someday Cafe 
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