Shinerdrinker: Blog

Hey there, kids!

Do you like to read? Do you still like movies about gladiators for personal reasons?

Well, the next chapter of "Mayhem in a Pill" is currently pushing its way through the editors. We need to give them some time to come to terms with how their points of view in this wild universe will have permanently changed after reading the chapter. It could be for good, or it could be for evil. I guess that depends on the type of mind-altering drugs my editors have chosen to peruse this weekend.

Mine come in small, 12 oz glass bottles with a logo that says "Shiner" on the side. I'm genuinely partial to them bad boys myself. Or maybe it's just the morphine pills I found from when I was in the hospital that last time it took this damn long to get out a chapter!

Hey, believe me, kiddos. I was thoroughly flogged with a wet noodle for not getting this thing out in a more rational amount of time.

Really. I'm sorry. But I like what came out, and hopefully, the editors can make it sound like I have some kind of idea about what I'm doing here.

I figure we can get this read and fixed maybe over the weekend; if not, then later in the week. Anyway, since my current team is stinking up the football field, I don't feel the need to spend entirely waaay too much time overanalyzing their play. And it is still juuuuust a bit too early to begin work on the 2025 NFL Draft. But you know your boy is already on the case!

So, get started on the next chapter. Maybe I'll get one of those protohuman writing binges where writers sit down and pour out pages over pages of new stuff, and it makes sense. Stupider shit has happened. We all know of a recent example like that.

Thanks. And once again, sorry about the long wait!

--Shinerdrinker

I was just finishing up a nice bit of writing for "Mayhem in a Pill" when I caught sight of a show on TV. (I keep the boobtube on but muted while writing.)

It had something to do with Antarctica. Just people in prefabricated buildings were gearing up for a journey from one building to the next because the causeway between the two was not yet completely built or some odd thing. Well, it got me remembering a couple of my favorite stories here on SOL written by the wonderful Graybyrd.

I started wondering "Hey, self, whatever happened to Graybyrd and his wonderful stories about the Masi'shen?" So I went to investigate. Lo and behold, I discovered why he hadn't posted an update or the final chapter of his story. In my defense, I don't really look too often at people's bios after I've read them before. I mean, really, is there much of a need? Unless you've lived an entirely new life in the sum of a day, and you gotta let everyone know. If that's the case, then write an actual story and post it.

Needless to say, the writing muse said, "Fuck this! We out!" I can't say as I blame them, neither.

Yeah, I don't feel like writing much more this morning or for the rest of the day. But I do have a new sixer o'Shiners and not a thing else to do today. My upfront apologies to the editors if I send the newest chapter out later today since there could be more than a few stupid typing missteaks than usual.

I'm so sorry to read about your leaving this mortal coil, Graybyrd, but I'm even sorrier for this universe that we'll never get to know what happened in the Masi'shen sequels.

-- Shinerdrinker

P.S. Yes, I do know about the ReaderInfo Contributor Status pages for such a thing. I just hadn't thought of him until I saw those fools layering up for the short trek to the building through the whiteout of snow and wind.

So I was going through another reading of The Defenceman; I do so to help fan the flames of some oomph. Hopefully, it gets my ass writing some more. It usually can do the trick.

I know I wrote about Cold Creek and his awesome story, but something hit me like a fart in an elevator. It's not a good thought. But I suddenly found myself seeing a moment of clarity, and all was right with the world. Dogs and cats were living together, and political ideology all put themselves away like a cheaply-made Korean knockoff of a toy we had growing up.

I could see the end of the Dman saga. It was scary, everybody. Not the ending, but what I saw as a possible ending. A flash of remembrance saw Bob Newhart waking in his old bed with his original TV wife, Suzanne Pleshette, and blabbering to her about remembering owning a small bed and breakfast in New England rather than living as a dentist in Chicago.

What if The Defenseman series was simply a dream that Mike Stewart had fleeting across his mind as he buried his father after his fight against cancer and just a couple of years after his mother passed before them both?

Shit. Now I'm depressed.

Fuck! Now I'm mad at myself!

Dadgummit!!

Why do I need to be so damned clever!?!

Ugh. Friggin' brain always on and working on ideas. (Homer Simpson voice)

If only there were some sort of wonder elixir that could dull the senses and make me think I should have followed my muse back in high school and gone to Los Angeles to become the next great rock and roll icon.

That's it! No more writing and/or thinking! You shall put a serious dent into these cases of Shiner Bock, and you will immediately cease all these unnecessary functions!

Shiner Bock... you're my hero!

Maybe next week it will be better, and I'll publish the next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill. Yeah. That'll make it all better, especially for Larry, his brother Darryl, and his other brother Darryl.




P.S. I wonder if there could ever be a Clitoride for blog posts on SOL. I'd clean up since I'm so damn witty and astute in these things.

Tee hee.

-- Shinerdrinker

Oops, don't worry. This ain't a sad post.

I was just doing my every day searches for MILF porn when I came across the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. I know, woo hoo!

But I also remembered something else: The Defenseman by Cold Creek. It is still one of my favorite story series, and I am still waiting on pins and needles for the next chapter. (Hey Lazeez, is he still at least logging onto SOL? By a quick look at all his stories in Premier, I'm guessing that's a no.)

But I digress.

The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show got me thinking about Mike Stewart's foray into high fashion with his dalliances with Calvin Klein. It has been quite a while since I last read those stories, so I feel it is time to do so again.

I got a little time this week, and I've got plenty o' MILF porn, so I'll give it a reread. I highly suggest you do as well if you're of that kind of thinking.

Toodles to the rest of ya!

--Shinerdrinker

Hi again. It's me.

Sorry about the delay. Real life does get in the way. But there is nothing interesting enough to worry y'all's pretty little heads over, I can assure you.

Just real-world obligations and less free time for this.

I have been working on it, but I'm stuck on a personal question about whether or not to put a swerve into this chapter or not. Once I decide that, the next chapter can come together rather quickly.

I've given myself a deadline this week to answer the question on my own. Then, I can finish the chapter and post it for your pleasure. I have not given up on it, even though many want me to do just that.

I won't ask y'all the question because then you'd figure out what I was doing. That also means no opening presents until Christmas morning. As I aged, Christmas afternoon in my teen years approved of the extra sleep more than the gifts.

But I digress.

Um, I'm still writing, just a minor pause. I expect to be able to post... NOPE! Not gonna say it! There's no need to smack Murphy between the eyes!

I'll leave it at this. Still working. Not yet ready, but soon, gentle flowers... soon.

--Shinerdrinker