Shinerdrinker: Blog

Okay, Chapter 63 of Mayhem in a Pill is ready and has been sent to the SOL queue. Good chance it is already on there but if it ain't just give it a little time.

Introducing some new figures in the story to shake things up a bit. I'm actually excited about working these people into the story just because of all the bombs that could go off and destroy or rebuild all kinds of storylines. It's very exciting. But before you all worry, just know I was always going to use these new characters, I just did not know when to introduce them into the mix. But I figured now was as good a time as any, so here you go. Enjoy.

--Shinerdrinker

Umm, just a quick one here e'erybody.

I have sent the next chapter of "Mayhem in a Pill" to the editors. They all obviously wait with bated breath by their computers ignoring all other wants or desires until my wonderful prose comes all over their email inboxes.

At least, that's what I've been told. So they gotta read it and then send it back and then I totally ignore it all and go with what I originally wrote. (That little bit is just to keep my already high opinion of myself in the stratosphere.)

Once they read it over, they'll get it back to me and I'll post it soon thereafter. Or I'll just say "fuck it" and go back to wishing for the next chapter of Dman 3. But I'll more than likely do both.

Thank you for your support. (Bartles and Jaymes TV commercial voice.)

-- Shinerdrinker

So I was just watching the new trailer for a new popcorn movie, "Moonfall." The only thing I could think about it was... "Crap, There Goes That Idea!"

I have several different ideas for the next story after I finish Mayhem and one of those ideas featured the hollow moon as a machine idea and well, there goes that idea. Maybe I can still do it if their idea is waaaaayyyy different than mine.

Let's hope so. I really want to do that story.

--Shinerdrinker

Okay. I hope I have prepared myself for the probable onslaught of negativity coming but I just wanted to warn everyone that there is something here that might cause trouble.

Oh, wait, no, don't worry, not too bad but something that tends to trigger many readers of this story. It's something I thought might become a problem so I decided to ignore it and leave the writing as is. But one of my editors rightfully pointed out that a sizeable subset of readers may be annoyed by what I wholeheartedly use as a very dense description of the line of scrimmage play during a football game. Namely a large exposition on the nuances of playing football among the big uglies.

He suggested I might want to remove a large chunk of it but I decided to leave it in. It is a deep description of what happens in the ever so brief moment of the two lines set up to face off against each other and the chess match that goes on in those brief seconds.

The people who have made their minds known, feel there is too much description of football in this story. I can see their point. But what I'm also trying to describe is that football is not just beefy testosterone-filled men ramming their bodies into each other with the hopes of moving an oblong ball made of pigskin in between two giant H's. There is subtlety. There is beauty. And yes, there are violent beefy men ramming their bodies into each other. But there is a method to the madness and I am describing these things to point out that Tim is learning this as well. His strength and speed give him a leg up on everyone he plays against but he can be beaten.

Thus he is growing.

But if you still don't like all the descriptions of the football game, well I think I set it aside, especially the more thick explanations, and you should be able to skip over that part. I do that often myself while reading other stories, like when long bouts of love-making take me out of the story that has captured my imagination, but I want to continue in the story.

So enjoy the next chapter in Mayhem in a Pill and know that there is a method to the madness. And maybe, hopefully, I can unlock a few eyes to what happens during the battles on the line of scrimmage when you watch a football game.

--Shinerdrinker

Woo Hoo!

Last night down here deep in the heart of texas we had ourselves a wallopin' of a row of thunderstorms. These fellas had the light show cranked up to 11 last night! It's like someone is upset about something going on here in Lone Star state. No idea what that could be... but I digress.

Now, why am I writing this blog... yeah, WHY am I writing this blog?

Oh yeah, with the storm last night I got inspired so I pulled out the handy laptop after getting her fully charged, I hauled it and my fat ass out onto the backyard porch. I sat on the very pick-a-nick table I built with these two hands. (Yes, I'm very proud of being able to follow the instructions lo very years ago and didn't even have any parts left over when I finished!)

I did some writing while the thunder gods put on a show. I only flinched two or maybe three times and that puddle of yellow-tinged liquid coagulating at my feet was already there before I sat down! (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!) I was downright, inspired to write in the middle of the storm last night. It was downright exhilarating. I just hope it's not an excuse to put off writing until the next thunderstorm.

So anyway, I have sent the next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill off to the editors and the preliminary notes say someday, I'll be able to write for the National Enquirer! Personally, I'm shooting for the Weekly World News, someone has got to find out what's going on with the Bat Boy! We ain't heard hide nor hair about him for years!

So there you have it. The next chapter is with the editors and once they finish laughing and showing it off to their friends, I'll post it and give everybody else a chance to gloat.

Now it is morning the sun has come up and there is another line of storms a-brewing and the laptop still has a lot of juice left in her. I think I'll start Chapter 63!

Laters, Kiddos!
--Shinerdrinker