Okay, let’s write a real post tonight. The cat’s still in heat, but we’re soldiering on. Melissa read somewhere that this can last up to 21 days. Worst case scenario, we’ll have a chance to get good sleep in Boston this weekend.
Personal News
I’m heading into the office tomorrow, assuming my car starts. I realized around lunch time that I hadn’t driven in a while, so we were going to take it through Wendy’s. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t start. The battery got too low. I have jumper cables, and I have an EverStart jump start device, which is plugged in and charging as I write this. The EverStart has never worked for me before, but we’ll give it another try and hope for the best. If my car starts, Melissa and I will go for a long ride.
Upcoming Events and Such
Not much new to report, with Arisia still right in front of us. Boskone is the next month after that. My birthday is in March, and I’m not entirely sure which events we’ll do later in the year. There are some I want to do, but it’s hard to commit at this point.
The Topic: Writing is a Magic Trick
I wanted to get back on topic and say more about One for the Road. It’s about a couple of well-meaning witches in a modern world. The main character, Tina, is recruited by her best friend Alexa to help with a dire situation, because there is certain magic Tina knows that Alexa needs.
Magic.
Recently, I was talking with someone about writing, and they were talking about how they needed to go into great detail about some part of the story that didn’t really have anything to do with the plot or the characters. They just felt compelled to fill in the blanks, because stories are supposed to have depth, right?
Well… not really.
Good writing is a magic trick. The writer creates the illusion of depth where none exists. Given a few key words with the right connotations, the reader fills in the blanks themselves. The writer doesn’t have to go into painstaking detail about everything. In fact, if the writer attempts it, they’re going to create a slow, lumbering slog that readers won’t enjoy. Chances are, the writer won’t enjoy writing it, either.
Short form writers have to learn this more than novelists, though all writers can benefit from this idea. Just provide the details necessary for the story to remain structurally sound, plus a little bit more. This keeps things tight and the opportunity to speed up and slow things down according to the demands of the story. It also allows the reader to be a more active participant in the story.
Readers will imagine details the writer leaves out. They will imagine details that are difficult to put into words. And they’ll do it without thinking about it. If the writer crowds them out with the minutia, the reader will get bored, and the story will be less vibrant.
Good writing is an illusion made up of a bit of misdirection and a smattering of obfuscation.
It’s magic, which is what One for the Road is all about.
Good evening. Right meow, I’m doing what I can to keep the blog streak going. But it’s not easy.
Personal News
The cat is still in heat. Melissa and meow haven’t been sleeping very meow.
Didn’t I mention meow didn’t sleep very well? I tried to nap, but that didn’t work out very well. The weekend is almost over, and I’m so, so tired. Meow.
Upcoming Meow and Such
Rowr meow meow rowr rowr. MEOW! Rowr rowr rowr.
Also, we board the meow on Thursday morning, so Meow and I should get some sleep in Boston, at the very rowr.
The Topic: Cat Cat Cat
There’s not meow for me to say, really.
I tried to get ahead on the work berowr going on vacation, but meow couldn’t focus. I meownaged to get some, done. But not e-meow.
Good evening! It’s Saturday, and this is day 6 of my 366 day death march blog challenge. I just finished meeting with my critique group, and I’m all fired up! Let’s begin…
Personal News
I think Pancakes is starting to settle down a little bit. She was still yowling well into the wee hours of the morning, and she woke me earlier than I wanted to get up. For the last several hours, though, she’s been quiet. That’s good. I need a break from her feline shenanigans. I need to rest this weekend.
I’m writing this from my work laptop, because I’m still focused on Day Job activities. I need to find a break and get back to fiction writing, but that’s easier said than done. There’s still too much to do, and not enough of us to do the work.
Upcoming Events and Such
There’s nothing new to report for events. Arisia is less than a week away. I met with Steven earlier today and we went over last minute details I’ll need in order to be effective in Boston.
I also ordered my own Square Reader, so I’ll have that as a backup in Boston. I’ll also have it whenever I go to an event on my own and have the opportunity to sell my books.
The Topic: Keeping it Real
Ideally, I’d like to be saying something more about One for the Road, but it’s a short story and there’s only so much I can say about it before it’s out. It’s a good story that you’re going to love. You’ll love it less if I beat you over the head with it.
I’m going to take a break from the plan tonight and instead talk a little bit about what’s going on with me, and one of the reasons this blog project is important.
The depression isn’t really gone. It’s still there, in my mind, offering ideas and thoughts that are not good for me.
Tonight, while offering critique, I felt myself pulling away from my friends. I was fairly convinced that the critiques I was offering were not useful or good. It’s not good because I’m not good. I’m a terrible writer, and whatever I have to say about their stories should be dismissed out of hand, because I should be dismissed out of hand.
I recognize the lies, and I’m able to shake them off. Part of why I can do that is because I’m doing this. I’m writing something. I’d rather I was writing fiction than opening up on this public forum, but the act of writing is giving me strength to put myself in my place.
[Quick Note: The cat just started yowling, so the misery of being in heat continues, it seems.]
One of the stories I read today, from Spencer, was an allegory about the mindlessness pursuit involved in capitalism. The people in the world of that story were all about making paperclips, because there was money in paperclips. There were people that could not pursue their passion because their passion didn’t pay the bills, even though what they were doing was more useful than making paperclips. Everyone was on a treadmill, and no one could see a way off.
That story hit home. I’ve been feeling it. I need to pursue my passion in order to hold myself together, but at the moment, I’m not seeing a path in which I can sustain myself on my writing.
Anyway. I needed to let some of that out. Tomorrow, hopefully I’ll get more sleep, and I’ll return to writing about something a little bit more fun.
It’s the first Friday of the new year, and boy was it long. I’ll talk more about that in a moment. This is 5 in a row, and it almost didn’t happen because of a really long work day.
Personal News
Pancakes, Chris’s cat, has entered her slut era. Can I say that?
She’s in heat. It’s ridiculous. None of us got good sleep last night, and I thought I had an early meeting this morning. I did not. I zombied my way through the day, took a brief nap during lunch, and then had to push through some more work which stretched on to just before 10PM. Not ideal.
As I write these words, Pancakes is in the other room, loudly voicing her distress. Chris tried hooking her up with some catnip, but she seems uninterested in it. She wants out of the house, and she wants what only another cat can give her. She is inconsolable.
None of us will survive.
Upcoming Events and Such
Tomorrow, I meet up with my critique group. I don’t have any submissions this time. I need to get up early and get my reading done. I’m also going to meet up with Steven of Water Dragon on Zoom, I think, so we can go over anything I might have missed for Arisia. He won’t be able to make it to Boston, so I’m going to try and fill in as best I can.
It should be fine. It’ll keep me busy.
The Topic: The Demand for Sequels to One for the Road
Melissa would like me to make writing her a new story every year a regular occurrence. Specifically, she’d like a sequel to the story that’s coming out a week from today.
I would love to write more stories in that world! Melissa wants the next story to feature Baby New Year, and I have a loose idea what that might be.
Is there a downside to writing this sequel? Well…
My ability to focus on writing is circumstantial. When I have the time, energy, and focus to actually draft, I want to work on something that can go out into the world.
Generally speaking, sequels don’t sell as well as the first book, so if the first book tanked, you’re pretty much wasting your time writing the next book. It’s one of the reasons I recommend other writes avoid writing sequels before the first book has sold.
I’m not saying One for the Road is going to tank. It’s one of my best stories! I think it has very broad appeal, and it’s short enough that people don’t have to commit too much to enjoy it.
I will say that I have never put out a story this short before, and I’m not sure I’ve done a great job of marketing it. I’m talking about it here on my blog, and I’ll post some more information to the social media I’m on, but social media really doesn’t translate very well into sales.
Another way to look at this… I will write more stories in the One for the Road universe, even if I’m only sharing them with Melissa. But if more people clamor for the sequel, I’ll be that more incentivized to spend my time writing it.
Thursday the 4th, and the 4th day of this challenge. I almost missed it! But that’s going to happen from time to time.
Personal News
Chris has a sweet, adorable kitten named pancakes, and she’s now just old enough to go into heat. Consequently, she tries to get out of the house at every opportunity, and she yowls the song of her people constantly. Mournfully. There is no consoling her. Not in the afternoon. Not in the evening. Not in the wee hours of the morning, when we’re still trying to sleep.
Thus, I am tired. I have been tired most of the day, which is bad because the work days are not merciful. I wound up taking a nap during my lunch break, and I took another nap when my normal work hours ended. When I’m done with this post, I’m going back onto the work laptop in order to get a couple more things done.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
Upcoming Events and Such
There isn’t much to report that I haven’t already mentioned. Melissa and I will get on a plan, one week from today, and we go to Boston for Arisia.
I’m looking forward to it, but I have to be honest. I’m not going to know that many people there. I’m an unknown, going to a convention that is unknown to me. There is potential for good things to happen. It is also possibly a waste of my vacation time and money.
I will be kept busy in the dealer’s room, though.
The Topic: Another Urban Fantasy, Huh?
When I think about how I spend most of my writing time, I usually think of my SciFi stories. My formative years were spent reading a lot of Heinlein and Asimov. I read fantasy, too, but I always thought my first published stories would be SciFi.
I suppose my first one was SciFi. Unclaimed Goods is in an anthology, but apparently that book sold fewer copies in 4 years than The Repossessed Ghost sold in 6 months. If one were to go searching for my name, they would not find Unclaimed Goods anywhere, which is a shame because I really like that story.
A week from tomorrow, when searching for my name, you’ll be able to find The Repossessed Ghost and One for the Road. Both are urban fantasies, though they’re both very different in tone and approach.
That’s something interesting about urban fantasy. I think a lot of people think about Dresden Files, or Iron Druid, or Ilona Andrew’s stories. Even my Mel Walker stories fit with those in feel and presentation. But there’s room for more than just gritty, down-on-their-luck characters working through the conflicts by the cut of their wits and the punch of their magic.
One for the Road is more whimsical. Tina and Alexa are more relatable, I think. There may be stormy, troubled miscreants in their world, but they don’t appear in this story.
I can’t wait for the 12th when it’s actually out in the world.
I just finished my work day, and I’m starting to feel a little punchy. I may take a nap before I play video games with my friends, like we do every Wednesday night. But first, I must complete day 3 of the 366 marathon!
Personal News
I feel like I should say a little bit more about the depression I’ve lived with the last couple of months. The season contributes to it, but the lack of writing seals it. All of the dark voices in my head grow in volume, and I start to believe the terrible lies that linger in the shadows of my mind.
I’m not working on any fiction at the moment, but I’m writing every day in this blog. It helps. I’m already more productive at work. Some of my confidence is returning. I feel more in control of my emotions.
But the darkness is still inside, and the lies still linger like a bad aftertaste.
I don’t want to dwell too much on it because I still want to keep things positive around here. I’m sure I’ll talk more about it this year, though.
Upcoming Events and Such
Arisia is still looming. Melissa and I will fly out on Thursday the 11th, and fly back on the following Monday. I’m going to miss a couple of days of work, and considering we have a new person starting that week, I will be missed. But this was planned out well in advance, so they’ll just have to soldier on without me.
I am not on the program for Arisia. I’ll be in the dealer’s room most of the time. I’ll bring my microphone, and we may have a Live at Arisia episode of the Small Publishing in a Big Universe, if the recording comes out well.
The Topic: Jennifer Brozek Made me a Better Writer
I’ve mentioned Jennifer several times on this blog. She’s my go-to example of someone that is a great outliner. She’s organized and efficient, and she does a great job teaching her techniques. Once or twice, I have attended courses taught by her and Cat Rambo.
When I was putting together One for the Road to give to Melissa, I knew I wanted to make it a Christmas present, and I knew I didn’t have time to let the story rest. I like to let my stories sit for a month or two before working on revisions, just so that I can get some distance and fresh eyes. I didn’t have months for Melissa’s story, though. I had days. So I reached out to Jennifer to see if she could take a look at it for me.
She agreed to help me, and rather than just sent me the story back with some comments, she sent me a full edit. It was incredible. There is a reason she’s a Hugo nominated editor.
I… uhm… didn’t give Melissa that version of the story. I read it, though, and I studied the places Jennifer changed. I went back to Scrivener, revised according to what I’d learned from Jennifer’s edit, and gave that revision to Melissa.
One of the key things I learned from Jennifer’s edit was that I tend to overstate things. I still do from time to time, but now I know to look for it. Jennifer left a note suggesting that I don’t trust the reader enough. The truth is, I don’t trust myself, so I cram more words onto the page when fewer would be better.
Over time, my critique group has gone over my story, and I ran it through a Writing Excuses Workshop in Utah. I’ve also worked with an editor with Water Dragon.
Jennifer isn’t the editor of One for the Road, but I made sure to include her in the acknowledgements, because she not only helped make the story better, she made me a better writer.
Good evening, friends! It’s 6:30PM on the first Tuesday of 2024. I’m full of words and pizza. Let’s see which I pour into this blog post.
Personal News
Today began a bunch of pair programming with one of my developers. I’m trying to build him back up, and it started rough. We had a fundamental disagreement, and he wasn’t seeing where I was going with the project until late in the day. When he finally saw it, it was very satisfying. We’ll continue the pair programming tomorrow.
There’s some other stuff I would love to talk about, but I’ll save it for another time. I think that my commitment to writing a blog post every day is helping my general outlook, because today was the easiest day for me to manage in weeks.
The writing here may not be much, but it’s something.
Upcoming Events and Such
Arisia is coming up quickly. I’ve never been to that convention. Come to think of it, I don’t remember visiting Boston before. I probably won’t see very much of it because of the convention, but a visit is a visit. If something stands out that I should check out, maybe we can head to Boston a little earlier in February.
It Started with the Final Convolution
One More for the Road comes out on January 12th, with physical copies available in Boston at Arisia. I will post links and such, and maybe update the picture at the top of my blog around that time, too. It’s a very sweet story, and I really hope people check it out!
The story would not have happened if Melissa and I had not attended the last Convolution. It was it’s 4th year, and the 3rd I attended. It was never huge, but it was something special. It had a lot of potential, and it’s a shame that it died the way it did.
The last Convolution was different than the rest in that it was more workshop oriented. Most of the time when I go to writing conventions, the programming amounts to several rooms occupied by 2 to 5 people behind a table, having a conversation about a topic in front of an audience. The topic is almost always world building in disguise, though sometimes there is some light information on the business of writing.
I might be overgeneralizing a little bit. We’re not here to talk about other conventions. We’re here to talk about the last Convolution.
Most of the programming involved joining a group of people in a room, pulling out pen and paper, and then following instructions to go through some sort of writing exercise. It was excellent! I was fully in my element and really enjoying it.
Melissa, on the other hand, did not like it. Not at first, anyway. She’s nervous about her writing. She doesn’t want to share it. She doesn’t think she can do it. But then as she worked through her fears and produced some words with the rest of us, I think she got to see that she’s got some writing muscles.
She was having fun by the end of the convention. That’s when she had the idea.
“A witch pulled over for a DUI. And she’s wearing a red dress. Why was she pulled over? What’s her story?”
Those were her words. She said them several times, and she asked me to write it. And I kept telling her, “No, that’s your story. You write it!”
On January 12th, you will all have the chance to see the result!
In today’s post, I’m going to talk about the following:
A Review of Brian Buhl’s 2023, In Brief
2024 Anticipations
My 2024 Blog Challenge
2023, In Brief
This was the year I published The Repossessed Ghost. It debuted at Baycon, and I felt like a rock star that entire weekend. I participated on the Small Publishing in a Big Universe podcast a couple of times. Huge highlights meant the year could have been great.
On the other hand, my day job became harder and my mental health took a dive. I haven’t been this depressed since before I joined Trimark, and if you know anything about my level of depression back then, you know that’s saying something.
This was the year that my blood pressure became an issue. This was the year that someone I thought was a friend told me that we weren’t, really, because of something that happened years ago. This is the year that I stayed home when others were going out. This is the year I wanted to give up. Like, really give up.
I stopped writing at the beginning of November, and my mind went to dark places. I need to write. When I’m not writing, I get like this. It’s hard to write when I don’t think I’m going to be able to share my stories, but 2023 showed me that I can get my stories and my posts out in the world, even if it’s only to a handful of people.
So, now that I’m safely standing inside 2024, I bit 2023 farewell. You had your high points, but you were mostly a long, difficult time.
2024 Anticipations
Here’s a big one!
One For the Road is a short story about two witches trying to save their modern city by capturing Father Time and delivering him to the annual New Year’s ritual. Without Father Time, the city will fall apart, and it’s up to Tina and Alexa to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Melissa had this idea for a story, and I kept telling her that she should write it. It’s her story. Then just before Christmas several years ago, it dawned on me that she was asking me to write her a very specific story. How could I say no to that? One For the Road is sweet and fun, just like Melissa.
I’ll talk more about One For the Road over the next couple of weeks. It will be available everywhere on January 12th, the first day of Arisia in Boston.
Speaking of which, Melissa and I are going to Arisia in Boston. Then next month, we’re going to Boskone, which appears to take place in the same hotel. We’re front loading this year with some fun writing conventions.
What else am I anticipating this year? There’s something with my day job I’m looking forward to, but I have my doubts about how it’s going to go. We will see.
There’s some Writing Excuses stuff that we still have to decide on. I would love to go to WorldCon, but that’s a lot of money, and if things are uncertain with my day job, I might not want to commit so much money to that kind of trip.
I’m looking forward to writing more this year, which brings me to my final topic.
My 2024 Blog Challenge
I’m going to try and write a blog post every day in 2024.
Are they going to be like what I’ve done in October? Sort of. In October, I plan out the entire month before it begins. I write the posts on the day that they’re to be posted, and I deviate from the schedule when the whim takes me. A lot of the October posts wind up being these long, thoughtful essays, usually about writing or something writing related.
I’m not going to plan out the entire year in advance, but I will plan it out in 2 week chunks. I know that the next couple of weeks, I need to talk about One For the Road. I’m an author, and I need to promote my story. I don’t need to be obnoxious about it, but it still needs to be present and put at the forefront. I can keep it interesting and more than just “buy my book.”
I’m going to try and adhere to a format in order to make it easier to write something every day. The basic format I’m planning is:
Personal news
Upcoming events/promotion/follow-ups to previous posts
The Actual Topic
The Actual Topic can be nearly anything. I will mostly talk about writing, but I’m freeing myself to include video games, programming, and other things I’m into. I contain multitudes.
This is an election year, so as things get spicy, I’m sure some of my political thoughts might take the spotlight. I’m not going to turn this into a political blog or go on any of the rants I’ve enjoyed in the past. At the same time, I’m going to be me, and I’m a person that cares deeply about my world, my country, and the future we’re leaving for our children.
One thing I might do as an Actual Topic is publicly write a story. That is, I will expose my entire process here and write a story out in the open. It won’t be a Mel Walker story, and it won’t be related to anything I’ve already written that hasn’t been published yet. This will be an entirely new thing. Maybe it’ll be a short story. Maybe it’ll be a novel. Once we get to the brainstorming part, I’ll figure that out with you. I think it could be fun, and it will go farther than anything I’ve done before to teach writing.
This is going to be hard, and I’m going to be tempted to treat this like so many other New Year’s resolutions. I’ve proven I’m capable of keeping this up for an entire month, so maybe I’ll re-evaluate this plan when I get to February. I think it’ll be good for me.
This is 2024. Let’s make this year actually great!
We’re nearly at the end of the year, and I am sure to write some sort of retrospective. Maybe. I’ve been in a foul mood, to put it lightly, and I’m not sure I need to open my heart about it and see what bleeds onto the page. It might not be entirely pretty or healthy.
Tonight, I’ll talk about a lovely little distraction. Backpack Battles, a free demo of a game that I think is scheduled to be out in early 2024.
It looks a bit like this:
At this point in the game, you have the choice between playing a ranger or a reaper. Both classes start with a special bag, with the ranger’s helping turn luck into critical strikes, and the reaper’s turning item activations into poison for their enemy.
This is an autobattler, with two phases. In the first phase, you enter the shop and buy items to put in your bag, including additional bag space. Items can have interesting synergies with each other, and there is a lot of tetris’ing involved, packing your backpack in such a way as to get maximum efficiency. The second phase is the battle, in which you square off with the ghost of an opponent and their bag.
As I said before, this is an autobattler, so during the combat phase, the player can’t really do anything to change the outcome of the fight. They can slow down the action, or speed it up, or pause it. They can look at the log of events, and they can hover over items in their bag or their opponent’s and see how things are going. Whichever player drops to 0 health loses. If it’s the player, they lose a heart. The player has 5 hearts and when they run out, the game is over.
That’s basically it. The game goes until the player loses their hearts, or gets 10 wins and bails, or gets 10 wins and goes on to 6 additional survival rounds.
There is ranked and unranked games. I typically just play ranked because I’m not a coward. Also, I don’t care about my rank in the game. If you’re curious, I’m roughly a mid-diamond player in both ranger and reaper.
Why am I talking about this game instead of writing? I’m getting there. As Ben on Twitch might say, “trust.”
I’ve been in a couple of light arguments with people about the nature of the game, especially with regards to luck. How much of it is skill-based? How much of it just comes down to the random number generator? Does it matter?
The game continues to evolve every week as the developer adds items and tweaks the numbers. One weak, poison ivy builds on ranger were amazing, relying heavily on stone skin potions. The next week, that build was nerfed into the ground and reaper’s chonk reigned — perhaps terrorized — every game. This week, chonk has been neutered, but Bloodthorne remains extremely strong.
This is what conversations look like in the Backpack Battles communities. If you’re not familiar with the game, that whole last paragraph looks like nonsense. If you’ve been playing, though, you’re probably nodding and agreeing with most of my assessments.
So where does luck come into play? I mentioned “builds,” which implies the player has control over how they move through the game, like deck builders. A skilled player understands the meta, and they know what to buy and what to avoid in order to produce the best backpack each round. This makes it sound like a pure strategy game.
Here’s the thing: as a player, you have no control over what appears in the shops during each buying phase. You’re presented 5 items of various rarity, depending on how many rounds have transpired. You can spend gold to restock the shop, and you can lock in items for later purchase, but whatever shows up in the shop is completely up to chance.
Gold is given to the player each round, the amount given increasing as you progress through the rounds. If you don’t spend all your gold in a round, it is carried over into the next. If a high-value item shows up one round and you can’t afford it, you can reserve it and try to purchase it in the next round, or the next after that. Sometimes, items are on sale and can be purchased for half their regular value. You can also sell back items at half their regular value, to a minimum of 1 gold.
This is where the biggest luck factor comes into play, and where the player has to gamble. If you’re knowledgeable about different strategies, you know that you need to buy certain specific items in order for your strategy to work. If the items you need aren’t presented in the list of 5, you can spend gold to restock, but every time you pull the handle to restock, you’re giving up some of your finite gold with no guarantee of finding what you need. The 5 random items that appear might include some of the same 5 random items you just passed on.
Let’s say you’re playing ranger and you want to go for a relatively straight-forward build involving Bloodthorne. In order to create a Bloodthorne, you need to get a Hungry Blade and a Thorn Whip, and those items have to be together in your bag for a round in order to combine. You also need to have some way of generating regeneration, so that your Bloodthorne can scale up, and you probably want to have some ways of speeding up your weapon.
If you’re unlucky, you can go the entire game without seeing a Hungry Blade or a Thorn Whip in the shop at all. It’s possible it is never presented as an option.
You can spend gold to restock, searching for your missing items, but with each pull, you’re reducing your spending power. A player that wisely spends 10 gold will always be stronger than another player that spends 9 gold or 8 gold with the same level of strategy.
Then there is the attack phase. Again, the player is at the whims of the random number generator. A player can make all the right choices during the buying phase, but then still be punished in battle. Their weapon my have a 95% chance of hitting, but still miss. And their opponent may only have a 5% chance to crit, but they’ll still do the excessive damage. You can have a shield which has a 35% chance of preventing damage never go off at all.
As a strategy game, I think luck plays too large a part. There is player skill involved, but the player can be denied making good choices due to bad luck in the shop, or punished even after making good choices in the battle. Players with high skill will tend to have higher ranks. That much is true. But to maintain those ranks, they’ll have to play many, many hours, slogging through losses that happen completely outside of their control.
Finally, I believe there is a balance problem with the game. Currently, there are two classes. Reapers own the early game, because their bag is immediately useful. Reapers just have to put items in their bag that can trigger the poison. They don’t even have to have a weapon in the first couple of rounds, especially if they face off against a ranger.
Rangers in the early game start off with a bag that offers very little. For every point of luck they have, they increase their chance to crit by 5%, starting from 0%. In the beginning, rangers have very few options for increasing their luck. At the same time, they have very few ways of dealing with poison, so rangers are at an obvious disadvantage, at least in the early rounds. This isn’t to say that they can’t win against early reapers. It just means that they’re at a disadvantage. They can always get lucky.
After round 7, both classes are able to get their subclass item. This is typically when rangers come online and reapers fall off, with some exceptions.
Again, I’ve been getting very detailed about this silly game, which isn’t even released yet, and I typically talk about writing. So what gives?
I see parallels between my experience as an author and playing this game.
Luck plays a huge factor. Writers may or may not find a publisher. They may get published, and they may or may not find an audience. They might write an amazing story, but things well outside their control might cause their book to tank or never see the light of day.
Really good writers tend to get book deals and get their name out there and find an audience, but luck is such a huge factor that it can overshadow talent. Like the skilled players of Backpack Battles, the wise writer understands that they need to keep trying, over and over, putting in the time and trying to overcome losses that are outside their control.
I was extremely lucky when I found my publisher. I’ve had some luck with sales, though not a ton. And the story I wanted to have out before Christmas, I’ve been exceptionally unlucky. Things happening, outside my control.
There is a lesson to be learned in all of this. I’m just not sure that it is.
I have really good news! A story of mine is coming out very soon, and you’ll be able to buy it as a tiny book. It’ll be a great gift, even if we don’t quite get it out before Christmas.
I’m not exactly sure on the date. We’re just finishing up one detail on the cover and when that’s done, I’ll spend more time here talking about it, the process of putting it together, the story behind the story, etc. I’ll be more present online, more upbeat, and more visible in general.
Before that, though, I want to talk about November. And, I want to talk about listening to Chris Cornell’s music. The rest of this post might be a little bit of a bummer, so it’s okay to bail out now. If so, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
What happened in November? Wasn’t I going to do NaNoWriMo? Why do I think this post is going to be a bummer?
I successfully posted an original post every day in October. Not all of them were absolute winners, but even the worst ones were probably “good enough,” and some of them, in my opinion, are actually quite good. In October, I finished a short story I’d been working on for most of a year, and I received some generally positive feedback from my critique group on the story. With Blogtober, I built up a pattern of writing something every day, and if my math is right, I wrote around 25,000 words just in blog posts. I was setting myself up for a successful, productive time in November.
When November arrived, I disappeared. I struggled to write the outline, and then I struggled to work on the story. I didn’t have it in me.
I found myself needing to listen to music that matched the inside of my brain, so I looked for things that were both beautiful and sad. Here is a good example of what I’m talking about:
I cruised through my depression music, and I didn’t write. I stayed busy with work, and I played a lot of video games, especially Project Zomboid.
Eventually, I found myself focusing almost exclusively on Chris Cornell music. I didn’t shy away from Soundgarden or Audioslave, but I mostly focused on his solo work, especially his very raw acoustic performances. Here are two of my favorites:
Here is one more for good measure:
Why did I start fixating on Chris Cornell specifically?
Listening to his music, I could hear a man voicing a kind of pain that resonated inside me. An artist that lost sight of the beauty of his art. Someone that brought something unique and sweet to the world, but for whatever reason, they became blind to the praise and could only hear their faults, until all that remained was darkness and a need to escape.
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t know Chris Cornell personally and I don’t know for sure what was going on in his head and his heart when he took his own life. And, I’m not suicidal. I just listened to the music, feeling my feelings, wishing that I could talk to Chris and tell him what his music meant to me.
I listened to the music, and I looked at the lyrics.
In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I’ll wait for you there Like a stone I’ll wait for you there Alone
Like a Stone
In Like a Stone, he’s waiting for death. He’s willing to bargain his way to heaven, but ultimately, he’s alone, and I don’t think he wants to be so anymore.
In my shoes Walking sleep In my youth, I pray to keep Heaven send Hell away No one sings like you anymore
Black Hole Sun
Black Hole Sun is more complicated, and more esoteric. To me, in the acoustic version, I hear someone inviting an end to a world that is full of deceit. A world full of disguises and snakes, that only an apocalypse can wash away.
Then there is this one:
The Internet took special interest in Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart because the official video shows Chris getting hung. Given the circumstances of his death, the official video was taken down for a while. I’m not linking to it. When I first listened to the song, I didn’t know anything about the controversy of the video.
What pulls me back to that song over and over is this one verse:
Every little key unlocks the door Every little secret has a lie Try to take a picture of the sun And it won’t help you to see the light
Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart
I feel like I’ve known some people that have sought enlightenment by wrapping themselves in the imagery of enlightenment rather than doing the actual work. I may have been that person from time to time.
Chris Cornell had this unique voice, and his lyrics were dark, weighty poems. No one sings like you, Chris. Not anymore.
Now I need to get back to work. Not the Day Job, though that demands more of my attention now, too. I need to get back to writing. I have a unique voice that I’d like to put more solidly into the world, before I, too, am taken to a place where the sky is bruised and the wine is bled.
