Shinerdrinker: Blog

Hey, there to my score of fans who have been reading my first story Mayhem in a Pill. I wrote an earlier blog entry about getting inspired but I have another short story of inspiration.

When Al Steiner announced he was in fact working on Intemperance 3, I damn near danced a jig. Would have been awe inspiring and would have been terrifying at the same time. (I tend to jiggle in the stomach area while breathing.) Dancing a jig would have looked funnier than the Truffle Shuffle from Goonies fame.

Well anyways. It is no secret that high school football in Texas is a big thing. It is also a big thing in Mayhem. But this week and maybe a few other weeks this season, I'll be sitting in the stands of a high school football game. A young man I've known literally his entire life lives across the street from me and is now a new ninth grader at Roosevelt. He has Down Syndrome but loves football. I took him and a couple of the other kids on the street who I can watch play football with each other on the street pretty much every single day.

I was outside relaxing after helping the kids learn a little bit about football.. Throwing a spiral and keeping their heads up and eyes open when tackling are pretty much the extent of my football coaching prowess. Well I heard this young man who I literally met the day after he was born when his mother and father brought him home from the hospital. He is growing up into a wonderful young man. But I digress as I wipe away a few tears from my eyes.

I heard him say that he could not get his mom to take him to the first varsity game of the season. She is not a fan of football. Understandable but she is still a great mother. Dad works nights at a nearby hospital so he could not take him.

Anywho, I got the crazy idea that I'd like to go and watch a game. Enjoy some nachos and root for the good guys. Hell, it's my alma mater and I haven't seen a live high school game in person since I was on the field playing in the damn game. The three other kiddies who all play street football and are all still a few years too young for high school also heard and wanted to come along. I figured "Why the hell not!"

So me and four youngsters pile into my Dodge Journey and we go to the game. The kids are all looking around at the big stands and the tall lights that probably won't turn on until the second half of the game. The parents all sent their kids with a few bucks for admission and of course something bad to eat for dinner. The Frito Pie and nachos were heavenly by the way.

The kids were well behaved and everyone had a great time watching the game and the only way the night would have been perfect was for a win but it was not to be on that night.

I grabbed a program and looked up the next home game with the idea of bringing them all again since they were very well behaved and all had fun. Only time I had to reign them in a little was when they were running in the stands along the railing when a player for the other team made a nice run along the sideline closest to the stands where we were seating.

I had fun. They had fun. It was fun.

Anyways, it got the juices flowing and the need to write was percolating. So I have sent the next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill at the very least a good three weeks ahead of schedule to the editors and hopefully they can turn my garbled musings into something palatable for the readers.

I did have fun and it looks like I'll take the kids at least three more times this season. But I think I'll put the hex on whenever the South Texas weather decides to take a key from old man winter and blow through the stadium. I would certainly love to thank the designers of the home stadium since yes it was hot, a beautiful breeze every so often dried the sweat from my brow and I didn't realize the heat the entire night. I'll bet when the winds start blowing, they will be seriously felt in those metal stands.

Ooh, note to self... don't forget the foam pad you bought to sit on for the next game. Your tuckus will appreciate it.

Thanks again and good luck Riders!

Was sitting at my desk watching music videos on MTV Classic, it is my youth after all. I found myself enjoying the change up from Cameo's Word Up to Stone Temple Pilot's Interstate Love Song when Al Steiner posted a new blog announcing he is in fact working on Intemperance III and has found inspiration for more has me up on my feet and dancing.

Let just say that again. Al Steiner found inspiration to work on a possible Intemperance III.

Wow. Maybe I should turn down the music videos and work on Mayhem. Okay, you win. Inspiration can be more catching than a great hook on a popular song. "But you say she's just a friend. But you say she's just a friend. OOOOOOOHHHHH BABY You! You got what I need!"

His inspiration is catching.

A writing, I will go.

Thanks, Al.

-- Shinerdrinker

P.S. That's my go to song when I karaoke. Never fails to get everyone in the place going.

Hey kiddos.

I just sent the next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill to the queue and it should be appearing for your hungry eyes any time now.

Enjoy. Don't forget to let me know what you think of the new chapter and also what you think of the story as a whole.

I do enjoy getting messages from the few readers who like my story and trust me I am working hard to get these chapters out for your to read.

Once again thanks.

-- Shinerdrinker

Ha! I thought I'd get you guys with that one. There is no need to act like I have harrowing circumstances as to why I have not posted the next chapter of Mayhem.

So long story short... I'm basically lazy but this time I have just sent the last chapter for a final read through.

Until it goes through all editors I will proudly proclaim that my writing is only slightly better than monkeys hitting the keyboard. Those fuckers can't spell for shit.

Okay, so what does this rambling mean? The next chapter of Mayhem in a Pill is to be posted soon. As soon as the editor finishes and can finally see the end of the road though the rancid manure I call prose.

See ya soon!

P.S. If you wanna go back to figure out what in the hell is going on then go on back to Chapter 32. It was the last chapter dealing with the prison escape' and his new friends. (Don't worry I had to do the same friggin' thing to remind myself!)

Most believe the fleeting whims of their muse a bitch. Oh, not I dear sir, not I.

I believe the bitch is the dreaded lack of ideas. I used to believe the bitch was the dreaded writer's block, where mainly you continue writing but your personal editor in your own noodle tells you everything you are typing is complete shite! And yes, I spellt it shite! Perhaps a new word is needed... shyte. Yes! Shyte will do fine.

I'm not getting bad ideas, I'm getting no freaking ideas!!!!!

Ugh. Now I'm depressed. Okay, I need a new plan of attack. What about self mutilation with soggy noodles. Why the hell am I fixated on noodles. Ugh.

Shyte!

Well not to worry everybody. I will find a way to throw the bitch out of my mind and preferably out of my neighborhood. No MILF porn can solve this problem... it is time to venture down the YouTube rabbit hole. That's always fun. Start watching Dallas Cowboys training camp reports and highlights from practice and end up arguing with wannabe critics about why the first season of Iron Fist was not as bad as they believed.

Whew. At least now I know what to do. I might not get anymore writing done tonight; but, at least I have put on my robe and I am getting ready to pick the bitch up and drop kick her into the back yard where she belongs!!

The next chapter is coming. And it is coming... whenever the hell it is ready because trust me people, you don't wanna see it before it is ready.

--Shinerdrinker