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