Like everyone else on the planet, things here have been disrupted.
In exchange for not paying for cable for a year, my parents decided to replace our crappy old TV with a much larger one, and a Nintendo Entertainment System. That was Christmas of 1989.
A Leading Edge Model D3 was not the first computer in our household, but it was the first computer with any staying power.
Between 1986 and 1989, the only comics I had were various Star Trek comics, purchased only when I was sick, and Archie Double Digests. That quickly changed.
Just a short post on how sources of magic change the tone of magic in fiction and gaming.
Don’t knock on my door with your tracts and hard-sells. I don’t need to hear the good news of Scrivener.
If it wasn’t for the librarians at the county library taking an interest in me, and my parents making Monday night into Library Night, my reading would have atrophied.
This has nearly nothing to do with writing, and everything to do with gaming, math, and goofing off. But it’s still work!
A small rant from me to you on Valentine’s day.
While trying to find issues of Legion of Super-Heroes that my eyes fell on a large box, featuring a purple sky and lines of barbed wire across the front. “BLITZKRIEG” it proclaimed in red letters.
Like every other D&D player, I want to write my own D&D.
This is a list of terms I’ve swiped from various science fiction and other sources, and use unashamedly.
I didn’t know what Marvel Super Heroes was supposed to be. Was it a game? Well, it’s a role-playing game, whatever that meant.
There’s valuable insight here for the generations growing up with the total connectivity of the modern Web.
I’m into geeky shit. But not, like, that into it.
The proper response to “not for us” will always be “what about this then?”
Refilling an empty creative tank.
Pre-Sherlockmania Holmes, cocaine and all.
Time for a fortnight furlough.
Over A Quarter!
Sad face: A quarter of the way to my writing goal I just started.
I’m not a warrior, I’m a beginner.
Dealing with another rejection.
Amazing what a time crunch can do.
Why not have another tool in the box, an trick arrow in the quiver?
Ritual is nice and all, but it pays to be flexible.
The cloud and I have a love/hate relationship.
In sitting down this week to write a Space Opera-y short story, I started generating a lot more non-fiction than fiction.
This has nearly nothing to do with writing, but it’s still work!
My heart belongs to rockets and starships and thousands of worlds and tramp freighters and mighty fleets.