This was hard for me to digest because I admire the stories of writers like Kerouac or Hemingway who were also intense alcoholics. One of the alibis I used to justify my drinking was that I was using alcohol to gain inspiration — just like the very best did.
This, too, was my problem for a few years. I wanted to train myself to be good at writing with a drink nearby. In the name of Kerouac and Hemingway. Ridiculous.