A word about drunk-writing

I've been thinking a lot about writers and drinking this past week as I'm seven days into a month-long hiatus from gin. As many of my readers know, I love gin a little too much, and now and then I have to abstain just to make sure I still can.
Booze helps me in the writing process, but not in the way you might imagine.
Frequently, under the influence, I sit down and start writing and I think, "Oh, wow! This is freakin' brilliant! ... Don't stop, Ad! ... BRILLIANT!"
Alas, I awake the next morning and read what I and Tanqueray have written; it is crap. Every single time.
Editing under the influence, however, is another matter. Whenever I drink, my way of seeing things undergoes some sort of shift, as if I'm seeing the writing from a different perspective, from SOMEONE ELSE'S perspective, and I can see ways to improve the original raw portions of the manuscript. It's like viewing a modern sculpture. From one vantage point you get a particular reaction, but if you walk 45 degrees to the left or right you see things that you wouldn't have seen in that original spot. Gin cuts me loose from my normal, everyday point of view and sets me adrift, so that I can see the manuscript from a spot that is further away, big-picture, and truer.
Gin = different-colored lens.