I sometimes wonder whether these essays where I explore wildly unrelated topics are successful, but then I consider that the purpose of writing and releasing these writings is succeeding on my terms: writing or reading to learn. Since I haven’t made any money with my writing, it’s easy letting financial self-doubt infect things. I might worry that I have to write about topics for broader appeal, but for me, I’d rather write what feels good.
In ENDLESS WAR, I was thrust into a morality decision that I did not like, so I acted or perhaps overreacted in ways that best suit my core thoughts on life. This didn’t make the other happy. When I woke up, I found myself writing my life’s ethos over the period of roughly ten minutes. It’s not a perfect representation of every aspect of my beliefs. However, as a broad starter, I think it’s fair.
What’s my motivation for playing Pokémon LeafGreen when I know the final step is putting it away? I’m not interested in mastering the game. During this session, I realized that I was seeking unambiguous solutions to the infinitely complex problems of life. When my Geodude fights against Geodudes he can use Magnitude and versus Zubats he can use Rock Throw or Tackle. When I encounter multitudinous situations in life, there isn’t as clear a path…
“Also, I heard you yelled at one of our folks this morning.” I nearly got shot after not following one of the 10 Bullets. My phone call was taken out of context and someone wanted me, me specifically, to get in trouble. After explaining the context, apologizing for the concern, I began sniffing out the rat, as one does subconsciously, whether pious or petty; even decent people. After about a day, I found that rat, alright.
I’ve been thinking about how much I want to research and reference tropes, as listed on TV Tropes, before I begin writing this novel – a thirty-day period at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story” – until my thoughts surrounding putting these characters or story beats into convenient storytelling devices devolves into questions about whether such patterns actually happen in real life, then I just change the mental channel. It’s good to be aware…
As a journalistic spectator of three game jams, I’ve seen many well-intending attendees burn themselves out 48 hours to produce playable games; even with lectures by organizers. I’ve seen others manage their time well, eat decently and sleep well, all without any health risks. The more you practice a creative avocation, working toward turning it into a vocation, the more you have to be your own boss at some gig that won’t let you work overtime.
Just as I learn from my mistakes, I also learn from the mistakes of others. It’s not for petty reasons. It’s not to make myself look better than someone else. Rather: this person messed up in a way any reasonable person might act. Let me learn how they failed so …I don’t fail, too! I would like to think “The Story” main characters John [left] and Trishna [right] act similarly. But wouldn’t that be boring?
Spoilers?: Minor (character motivations, world-building)
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There is little more sobering than a close call. If it weren’t for the anecdotal driving stories I was told back in college, and fast reflexes, life would have been drastically different for me a few months ago. What ended up happening was the adrenaline-junkie drove off in a red car with California plates, his adrenaline high briefly reinvigorated, after slamming on his breaks from speeds about 30 miles per hour to intentionally crash my car.
Growing up, I was most interested in observing the peripheries of things. I explored through the lens of an outsider many fictional videogame worlds to see their hidden nuances. I explored my own imagination to figure out myself and explored reality with equal lenses. I wonder, now that our innocent childhoods are replaced with real life, do we want to explore our realities fully? Do we want to see unedited monuments? What is objective truth?
Most days are reliable like any piece of furniture, where any decent chair will consistently relieve your physical stress, then there are those few days… Maybe something breaks off from the chair? Maybe there’s an awkwardly persistent smell? Maybe something just feels off when you sit on it? What happens on those days? We can’t just dump the “broken chair” off somewhere and buy a new one. How then can we reupholster our life’s chair?