Thursday, March 16, 2017

How quickly things explode

Or: A counterpoint to the post exactly before this one.

Sometimes life just throws itself at you with only giving you a little bit of warning. The last month+? I had a spot of warning; I knew that my girlfriend was going to go through major, life-saving surgery. I didn't fully expect all the curveballs that got thrown at me that same week.

Friday, February 3, 2017

A new kind of stability

It's been two and a half months since I've started at my new job. That, holidays, and other general worries had been tagging and dragging me slow.

But I'm getting back on track. The past two weeks I've gotten back to writing, even if sometimes I'm struggling to get up and moving in time. I'm trying to find a rhythm in a new ritual: getting up and writing in the morning before I catch the bus to work.

It's got a couple of benefits, more than just actually adding writing back into my life again. It's getting me up and moving in the morning, for something other than just getting to work. That helps. It's one of the things that's a little easier to make it up in the morning, knowing that there's coffee and breakfast waiting for me before my commute in the mornings.

In a lot of ways, my life has settled into a new kind of stability. Hopefully when winter releases it erratic grip on my city I'll be back to cycling everywhere. That will free up more time in my mornings, it takes much more time to get to work when I'm riding the bus then it does if I'm biking.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Stumbling and Challenges.

So, I said several things that ended up not happening: I was going to try and have the entire month of November blogged ahead, and I was going to try to pull no NaNoWriMo. I ended up falling behind on both fronts because I've had some serious things change in my life

Monday, November 21, 2016

No limits? No Thanks

Pulling another topic from my friends list, and it's something that feels like a sensitive subject: Unconditional Love. I have an opinion on it that's probably not commonly shared.

I think it's either dangerous or a crock of shit.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Getting Gone

If you've been reading these Monday posts, it should come as no surprise that I'm an avid cyclist. I'm on my bike every day, and use it as my primary method of transportation.

But I've never taken a trip on my bike. I want to. I want to travel with just my bike and what I can carry on it, traveling some long distance. I'd have to build myself up to be able to do it, but it would be an accomplishment I'd be proud of.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Round 1... Fight!

I've been chasing a kind of memory for several years; something that's a fragment of my youth. Sitting in a friend's living room as we toss a controller between ourselves in a round robin session of Dead or Alive 2. Battlecon is a board game, but it does something that I think helps me to capture a little bit of that feeling.

It's a board game that is a fighting game; each player picks a character from the roster of fighters, you place your token on the board, and then proceed to try and beat the ever-loving crap out of the other guy. And you're not going blind at it; you can see exactly what your opponent has in hand before you chose your action every turn, the custom cards each player has in their deck is on a card you trade at the start of a match. You pick what you're going to do by combining a "base" (what you do) with a "style" (how you do it). You reveal your choices at the same time, and then based on the moves chosen, the order you execute is decided.

I've played maybe ten games, and I'm already starting to dig into the mindset the game asks you to have, thinking and trying to outguess your opponent. It's pretty easy to learn, but the depth in the game is kind of impressive. I don't have any idea how long I'd have to play to reach the point where it feels like I've explored all the play space in the game.

Monday, November 7, 2016


I've been a daydreamer forever; I think it's part of why I like writing, it gets those stories that are spun in my head out and gives them a life.

But actual dreams? I've always had a hard time remembering those. But recently, even though I've gotten no better at remember the details of my dream, there's been something that's felt strange in them:

I'm not there. I wish I remembered some of these so I could give solid examples, but it's something that has just carried through in what I wake up with. I dream in the third person. There's not a character in my dreams that I feel like I'm inhabiting, but instead I'm watching the story play out.