No, I am not talking about partaking of mind-altering substances and then summoning the Muse. I’m talking about the feeling I get after I complete a large piece of writing and feel pretty good about what I produced. Right now, it is almost 2:00am, and I am having difficulties getting to sleep because my brain wants to continue to play with the novel I was working on. I can understand the drive to drink because perhaps a finger of single-malt scotch (aged at least 15 years) could have relaxed me a bit more. However, that’s not a road I’d like to travel down no matter whether or not it’s a familiar one with some classic writers. I’ll stick to only using coffee to fuel…