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I'll be honest. Something hurt me in chapter 90. I thought the description of the video was a nice little piece of writing, and I was rather proud of that after I finished it that night. I still remember turning off the lights in my office and going to the bedroom with a funky, little lop-sided grin on my face. The wife even noticed, but then again, they see almost everything.

The hurt came from no one saying anything about it. So I guess I liked it a lot more than everyone else did. I didn't even get a simple, nice. But I digress.

I realized this last night while I forced myself into writing. The stuff I did still sucked, but I soon noticed that acknowledging my hurt over a well-written scene in a free story might be surreptitiously keeping me from thinking anything I've been writing is any good.

So, I talked to the wife. She pointed out that I had been in a mood ever since that chapter was posted, and no one had given any kudos for the nice scene. Then she apologized because she realized she had not either.

Well, no need to get into that. Y'all can use your imaginations for that one, but I did find myself this evening writing a bit of stuff much cleaner and not as stuffy or convoluted as what I've been producing for the last few weeks.

I'll never say something stupid like, "I'm past my bout of writer's block." Nope, I'll never do something like that. But I will say I made a decision about what was causing me some trouble, and now the chapter is coming into focus.

So I hope to be able to send this chapter, even though it is so behind schedule, to my editors and let them fix it for public consumption. Lord knows they are the only ones who can do so.

Okay, rant over. I'm going to bed and getting some rest for a full day of writing tomorrow.

Toodles.

--Shinerdrinker

I tried fighting it for as long as I could without admitting it was real.

Seriously. I tried, like, really hard.

But I've finally come to the fork in the road and I took the wrong way... again. What am I talking about, you may ask?

The dreaded writer's block.

I probably should have put some sort of warning to the treasured score of fans I have out there. But it is true, I've hit a bad bit of writer's block. It's not that I'm not writing, it's that everything I write seems like such shit that I would never even dare ask my great editors to see what they could do with it.

It basically comes to a single question... I won't go into specifics here for fear of ruining the story for many of you. But let's just say, I have forced the story to meet a fork in the road. I have a question, and I know which way to take the story with either answer to said question. It all still fits within my universal outline from about 2012 or something. I'm not quite sure since I never bothered putting a date on the outline when I first came up with it.

Ugh. This sucks. UFL football ain't helping. Reruns of college or NFL football ain't helping, either. Shit. I even found a copy of the year my team won the state championship, and it didn't help. Well, that's not one hundred percent correct. It surely did help with the mindset of being in high school, and the most important thing in life is winning the big game.

So, what do we do? I guess we just keep writing until something looks decent enough to ship off to the editors and hope they can turn it into something resembling coherent thought, just barely, anyway.

Double ugh.

I'll keep writing and, I guess, keep apologizing for having to force you all to wait so long for the next chapter. I'm trying, but it's just not happening. You men of a certain age understand what I'm talking about.

--Shinerdrinker

P.S. I obviously don't have any problems in that arena, and I swear I use those pills just for a bit of a boost. I don't NEED them to perform. Seriously. I don't.

So, there I was... I was standing there in front of the refrigerator. I had the frozen banana guacamole in one hand and the car keys in the other. So I obviously must have accidently dropped those little fuckers in there.

SHIT! They're not there.

And hey, who stole my frozen banana guacamole?

George Carlin was a genius. Of course, that ain't verbatim, but you get the point. I don't know why that was sandblasted into my brain today. I haven't rewatched any George Carlin concerts recently. In fact, I can honestly say, I haven't done so this year!

But that whole bit was there as bright as my eyes could see: this taunting cursor in the midst of the blank screen. I've been fooling myself; it's one of my writings. But, I digress.

Why did I bring up a more than 40-year-old piece of comedy gold?

No fuckin' reason. That's not true. I do it to look back at something coming up on ten years since it was last visited.

It just needed to get something out in the world again. There are so many unfinished stories here on SOL, and we have no idea why! (Well, except for some of those that have like a REALLY good reason, why.) But hear me out. I've been looking for some inspiration and I went back along a list I had saved a long ass time ago of stories I've either started and reached their stopping point or I want to start but I don't know if I should.

Typically, I'd just push that idea outta my head and go find some new MILF porn and bide my time with a sixer o'Shiner. You know, like all growing boys should. But for some reason, it followed me all weekend.

No, this isn't another not-so-veiled attempt to egg Cold Creek into giving us another chapter in the adventures of everyone's favorite genius, model, Michigan hockey playin', international super spy! Although he really should!

I looked back at a story I hadn't read in a while and thoroughly enjoyed myself in the process. Hell, I'm even reminded that I've placed it on my list of favourite stories on my author's page here on SOL.

The author, Random Writings, has only blessed SOL with a single story, but it is one I wanted so much when it was being posted. And its 9.13 score places it in the higher echelon of stories here on SOL. (Don't come at me; I know not all the good stories on this site have super high scores, but if they do, then they do.) But alas, Random Writings has fallen by the wayside. I hope not permanently.

So I'm putting this out there in the ether once again. It's my vain attempt to revisit some of my recent past. Random Writings, why not hit us with the next chapter in your totally excellent "The Private?" Come on, you know you wanna.

If not for yourself, then please, I say with all sincerity, do it for the children.

Hey there, kiddos. It's your old pal, the Shinerdrinker. Just writing up a little ditty about... well, shit. Y'all know what it's about by now. If you don't, why not get caught up on all the fun and begin from the beginning?

Tee hee.

But for the reason for this blog. I'm running a wee bit behind. Luckily, no dreaded writer's block. It's all coming out, but the shit is comming out all out of order. So I'm constantly writing new bits to add for this chapter as well as others. But they are out of sequence and getting them in the proper sequence is a bitch and a half.

So give me a little extra time, and hopefully, I won't get knocked off the top of the list for the most popular ongoing serial on this website.

I'll tell you all for real, I want to get this done before the NFL Draft. It is my favorite holiday of the year, and all the things I give up for all y'all are time I should be working on my mock drafts. Ugh. At least the guys I watch the draft with every year understand and even like my story. They have given suggestions, and I smile happily. Then I think of ways I can easily let them know I appreciate their ideas, but I'm sticking with what I'm writing and not changing it to where they go into space. If something like that happens, well then you know one of them got to me.

But you know, a third story from the same starting point... no! No! Damnit, no!

Okay, so probably not this weekend, but more than likely, next weekend. Right during the draft, but usually by Sunday, I'm all drafted out and don't even want to start on my next mock drafts... but I typically do wait until Monday to get going on the next season's draft!

I'll tell you all a secret, I've already started my scouting reports, and I do have a top ten for the next draft season.

Tee hee.

Thanks,
Shinerdrinker

Hey there.

Here are just a couple of quick notes from everyone's favorite author... Refusenik. No. I'm kidding. It's a couple of things from my little edge of the woods.

First, after ten years of posting and nearly fifteen years of lurking, I finally have a fourth "Author Favorites" list. For those who don't know, every author on this wonderful site can pick a few of their favorite authors and spotlight them by pointing out their fandom of said authors. I've done it, as have numerous other authors. It is an excellent way for those who discover our stories, and we, as authors, feel those prospective readers might also enjoy other authors whom we appreciate. And I think I have written myself cross-eyed.

I thank you, Lord Dragon. May the forces of evil become confused and miss your household when they decide to visit. I will take this upcoming weekend to go ahead and enjoy your writing as well.

Number two.

Take a look at who is the number one choice on "Top Serials by Popularity in the Last 30 Days." Yes, it's your boy. I would like to thank the academy for... oh no, wait a sec, wrong speech. Okay, here it is. Thanks for reading my little story, and I look forward to continuing my Sisyphean edit note:(Holy crap - I spelled that right on the first try!) trek toward slowly converting the entire world to following the true football — American Football.

Ooh, let's hope that's not too controversial, huh.

Tee hee.

Thanks again and as a parting favor, I shall go ahead and edit my search for MILF porn to a staggeringly short couple of hours this weekend, in order to work on the next chapter some more. I know. I know. But I'm willing to do almost anything to increase my score of fans. Someday, maybe even, two score of fans. Whoa, I need a second. I got caught by the vapors.

Tee hee.

Until next time, kiddos, remember to eat your cereal with a fork and do your homework in the dark.

--Shinerdrinker