Shinerdrinker: Blog

Hey there, kids. Would you like to hear some good news for a change?

Yeah, so would I.

Shut up, you!

Sorry. Please continue.

Oh, that's Tony. Don't mind him, he's just hanging out for a few days.

Hurry up and tell'em, genius!

I'm getting to it! I just wanted to let my score of fans know that the next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill has been sent to the editors for them to do their amazing work of refining it into something resembling a finished project.

Yes, I've been dealing with a bad case of writer's block. I've pushed through.

Yeah, right. Pushed through.

Shut uppa your mouth!

Anywho, just giving y'all a heads up that the next chapter will be posted soon. How soon? Don't really know. I have to give the editors some time, actually, to read it and make the necessary corrections. That will take some time. But hopefully, it will be liked by all y'all.

Okay, so back to it! You should probably get started on the next one, so it don't take as long, dummy.

Shut uppa your mouth!

Sorry. Thanks for your patience!

--Shinerdrinker

So, what makes this update special? I suppose it's because it's been a while since I've updated y'all.

If you've watched the news, there has been a lot of trouble in my neck of the woods with precipitation. Or more to the point, too much rainfall. There is unbelievably sad news of the loss of over 80 lives due to flash flooding. The vitriol in the political world is somewhere I ain't going if I don't have to.

Luckily, all of that happened a bit further north than my neck of the woods. However, the news people tend to forget that this ain't even the first time for this to happen in the last damn month! About three weeks earlier, there was another set of hard rain clouds that decided to relieve themselves a wee bit closer to my neck of the woods. The news is forgetting, but that might be because there were only 11 lives lost on that particular late night and early morning.

Now that one was definitely closer to my neck of the woods. I'm talking reasonable walking distance from my neck of the woods. Luckily, me and mine got away from all of that with only a water-logged lawn. It was needed, but that's neither here nor there.

So I've been dealing with that, and while it ain't an excuse, it's just something I've been dealing with and have not been focusing on the next chapter all that much, I do admit. I'd write a few paragraphs, thoroughly flog myself with a wet noodle, then erase it all and then screw it and watch something on the boob tube. I have'nt even been in the mood for the MILF porn. I still searched for it, I mean, I'm not going to let my feelings get in the way of my true calling, would you?

So, what does that mean?

Well, I'm nearly there, and the crisis o'shitty writing is pretty much over. I think. I've been keeping more than usual lately. So I take that as a positive.

Just wanted to send some words, and I hope you and yours in your neck of the woods stay safe.

--Shinerdrinker

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.