Stories need a roof over their heads too
Well, then. A few days ago, the one year anniversary has come and gone for Blank Page Down. A year of writing and sharing stories with the world (you)! Good times. Not that I planned to celebrate this in any way, but it’s an opportune moment to take a look back at what’s been and share some fun facts about this blog. Read on after the jump.
I am a creature of habit. For instance, I like my sugar with coffee & cream (props to those who identify the pop music reference). Every morning after I wake up I need a solid 2 hours of doing whatever needs doing, until I’m halfway presentable. If not, I end up like a Gremlin tossed into water (nasty, understand). My wife regularly pokes fun at me for it. And rightfully so. However, this time all by my lonesome has a purpose other than me desperately needing it to resemble a human being.
A few days ago, I read an insightful post from a fellow writer, April Dávila, discussing the delicate art of stealing (be sure to check out her blog, lots of great articles there). She might not have used the exact same words, but here’s my takeaway: There’s a thief lurking within every writer. No two ways about it. You just might not have envisioned your fellow writer/author/marketer/publicist this way before.
You remember the bowl Dumbledore used to store his memories in? He would use his wand to literally pull them out of his head, silver threads he’d then add to the swirling mass in the bowl. Harry then plunged into it to observe the past and whatnot. A pensieve, it’s called. For some reason, it’s one of the scenes from Harry Potter that stuck with me most, throughout the years. The concept is cool. I mean, who wouldn’t want to store their memories in a safe place and then watch them for entertainment with a bucket of popcorn in hand? The good memories, mind you. Alright, probably not the bad ones.
Anyway, as I was reminiscing about this scene it occurred to me Albus Dumbledore might just be an impersonation of every single writer that’s out there. Read on after the jump, to find out why I think so.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was this charming prince who –
(cue vinyl record rewind sound effect)
Hate to disappoint, but today’s not a day for princes charming saving damsels in distress. Instead, I have a think piece on something that is very dear to me and occupies a lot of my time these days. Languages. More specifically, I’ve a few thoughts on the business of languages. Funny story, actually, how I wound up in it.
I haven’t been spending much time with video games lately. That’s what not having an internet connection at your new home in this age for well over a month does to you (though I’ve certainly been busy with a bajillion other things). I’m itching for a good long playing session, just me, my gaming rig and whatever mob needs kicking its ass or world needs saving. This extended hiatus got me thinking what is it about games that has turned them part and parcel of our lives?