Whiskey and for some wish-key, is no doubt a refuge for the writer to douse his inner flame with a little bit ice in it and forget the tidings of literary bent of mind. Further eroding the confidence or may be gaining the confidence to face the world and the blank paper with a square eye.
Pour a little Bacardi for the devil to relax and spread its tentacles for another busy but idle haul at gathering literary wealth in the midst of bleary winter or sweaty summer as might the season be, whiskey is a cure for all the writer based ills like lack of ideas, lack of recognition, a skewed sense of belonging or utter faceless feeling with years gathering in heap and dwindling life span in which to attain Nirvana or fame as it could be called. The established writers might chime in whiskey as the source of fun to be had while getting on flings with ideas but for the unestablished it is cure before ending as an nymphomaniac in writing unsolicited writings for the papers and literary magazines.
But the real catcall is how to drink like a writer? Slow is beautiful as you pace your drinking with evening and scurrying in morning before sitting in front of a ruthless typewriter, half besotted with hangover. There could be an ultimate solace in whiskey if a woman might fail in becoming the president of the united states there is a little comfort in knowing that you only failed to seek publication of one poem. The whiskey is the key as it builds the real DNA for the literati to take you seriously.
Comfort killer, really the aroma of whiskey is, equally decimating is its influence on the body which might indulge you to be a little health conscious while you burn hours writing charming or not so charming stuff. Still staying healthy while drinking and writing for the merciless audience should be the goal.
In the end in a battle between David and Goliath its the Goliath in you who soars as you taste the whiskey again and again ad infinitum while David relaxes ad infinitum in making a better writer.