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.