Month: May 2012

On Writing, Running, and Zombies

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Helpful Hint: If your TV tries to have a conversation with you? Turn. It. Off.

 

 

I’m baaaaack.

 

Well, at least for a bit. Spring classes are over and summer classes have yet to begin. In celebration, I will be cleaning my house, doing my laundry, and spending some time playing catch-up on my reading blogs [hi guys! Sorry I’ve been incommunicado. It’s been crazy.] Also, I will be playing copious amounts of Mass Effect 3.

Like you do.

I won’t be writing anything about that – there are gaming writers who are far more adept at that sort of thing.

However, I am going to be doing some writing on this blog.

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiction writing.

Ooh, yeah baby! Yeah!

 

Also, in line with my New and Improved Dedication1, I will be posting up my {shudders} exercise blurbs and thoughts herein2.
I may make a new page so that folks who’re interested can read it there.  That way I don’t bork up the flow. Haven’t decided yet.
I am also contemplating pulling the fiction apart from the bloggy bits and giving them their own page, too.

What are y’all’s thoughts?  Separate everything into its own little Tupperware bowl so that nothing touches? Or let it all hang out together?

 

 

At any rate, hi!  *waves*  I’ve missed you guys.

 

 

1 – Say that in the “Sunday Sunday Sunday!” announcer voice. It totally makes it a momentous announcement.

2 – You didn’t seriously think I’d be just running/exercising without some sort of fun involved, did you? Zombies = Fabulous Cardio Motivation. It says so in the Rules.

 

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Today is game day. I have a semimonthly gaming group – we meet every other Sunday for our tabletop RPG. We’ve been meeting as a group for going on fifteen years, now…

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Game Day!

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Alanna

At first, she lived mostly by being motionless. By being exquisitely still, she would escape their notice, be overlooked. Shadows and niches were her allies and she used them ruthlessly.

She remembers a time when she didn’t have to be quiet. She remembers shouting and running. She remembers bright colors; colors other than the ever present red and black. The trees weren’t frightening, then.

Now, she stays still and wary. She has learned that climbing high above their heads into the trees means they can’t see her.

She doesn’t know of her future, what it holds, what she will become.

She can’t imagine what’s coming.

She’s only ten, and scared, and hiding. 

Today is game day. I have a semimonthly gaming group – we meet every other Sunday for our tabletop RPG.  We’ve been meeting as a group for going on fifteen years, now. The longest running adventure is our 2nd ed DnD game. Currently, we are poised on the very lip of the Underdark with the intent to go in and wipe out everything that moves.

Some of the characters might have issues with the Drow.

Might.

I’ve been running Alanna – currently a level 15 (warrior)/17 (thief) – for most of the time I’ve been gaming in Austin. And, while I have a firm grasp on her past, written her backstory, etc., I’ve never sat down and fictionalized it.

I should.

It’s a good story.

But, I don’t have time this morning. I’ve got to cook up some taco meat1, gather my gaming gear, and head into town.

There’s Drow ass that needs whuppin’, y’see.

 

 

 

 

1 – As “grown up” gamers, we tend to make actual food for these get togethers, instead of subsisting on cheesy poufs and Mountain Dew. As foodies, we tend to make feasts. Today is Taco Bar day.