Until this weekend I had been fairly diligent about writing my thousand words a day. Often you didn’t see them because I chose not to post, but the were written. I did write a song this weekend, another one, but certainly not a thousand words. I am quite happy about the lyrics though. And the melody and chord progression, which I stole directly from Ron Pope’s “A Drop in the Ocean”. I’m learning to play a new chord because of it: Bb.
am not torn up about this lack of writing, however. I enjoyed my
weekend, as it turns out, and spent plenty of time being creative. From
Thursday night’s open mic night to running a D&D campaign at a BBQ
on Friday to sitting down with a friend and doing the same again on
Saturday while drinking a whole bottle of wine, I shaped and created
songs, characters and stories.
feel like I need to make some kind of reason or excuse for playing
D&D, arguably the most nerdy of nerdy activities. I don’t really
like that feeling. I enjoy it, and that should be enough. At the same
time, I regularly have people ask what the attraction is. For me, it is a
way of exploring character and story with a group of friends. When I
join a game as a player, I get to be part of the story that’s presented
and help shape the story through my actions. When I run a campaign, I am
the one creating the story and reacting to the actions of the player.
now I am using the campaign I am running to flesh out the details of a
novel I am inactively writing. If you can imagine a world that drops
Peter Pan, Narnia, Redwall, steampunk, the French Revolution and
post-American Civil War race conflict into a pot and stir them all
together, you’re starting to get the right idea. The world is about the
size of the United States or Australia, whichever gives you a better
image, and consists of 5 tiers, like half a wedding cake. Each tier
after the first relates directly to one of the four seasons due to the
sun and moon being attached to clockwork hands at the back of the cake.
The tiers are physical representations of social class.
game takes place in an alternate dimension of the same world. It has
the same problems, but the rules of the game allow for more prevalent
existence of magic and monsters. Neither of these is particularly
prevalent in my novel. Not non-existent, just not running rampant the
way it does in D&D. What running the campaign is allowing me to do
as an author is gain a better grasp on the world I’m writing, fleshing
it out with characters, places and in some cases, events, long before I
actually work on my novel. It has been interesting to see how some of
the ideas I have have worked out when presented in actual situations
where the players encounter and deal with them. To say that talking
animals in this world are treated much like African Americans were, à la
the company store, etc, is one thing. To have a player decide his
character feels the same way toward humankind due to his mistreatment at
their hands is another altogether.
is clear that while I ‘failed’ to write, I did not fail to be creative.
I certainly succeeded in broadening my understanding of the world I am
creating. For my D&D campaign, at least, there exists a medieval
“utopian” society of talking animals on the other side of a shadowy
tundra where the sun never shines. The idea of it came unbidden as the
party traveled through a subterranean cavern on Friday. And now, even
that idea merges with another that hadn’t made sense quite yet. War,
though of a more tribal sort, affects even that small part of the world.
A small conclave of clockwork beings fight for survival against the
aforementioned society. Not so utopian after all. Bwahahaha.
I find my brief absence from writing truly did for me is whet my
motivation to keep it up. While I am content with the turn of events, I
find that I miss those words I wrote. For now I am going to continue
with the plan I began with. I will to write a thousand words a day in
any form or combination thereof. Perhaps as it starts to truly become a
habit I will start to focus my efforts toward my creative projects. In
the meantime, it is the practice writing that I want. The creation of an
addiction that will lead to future glory. Someday, somehow, someone
will buy a book I wrote. In the meantime, I admire those of you with the
gumption to have already done so.
Two hundred words short. New subject.
am going to take a new friend out to play around at my parent’s house
and have dinner with my dad and me tonight. I should probably warn her
that he is going to be there, on second thought. Oh well, I will do that
when we are already on the way. For anyone following my adventures in
the wide world of dating, no, this isn’t planned as a date. Tia’s new to
town and started coming to my dance class a couple weeks ago. I invited
her out to karaoke last Tuesday after class, just so she’d have
something to do and people to meet. She came to open mic night as well.
So far she’s pretty much up for anything, as well as seeming kind and
pretty bright. I could use someone to get out and do the things I enjoy
with more than a date anyway, so as long as we continue to get along, I
think I will leave it at that. She is also taller than me. I may have a
slight issue with the quote about women all being the same height where
it counts. Turning my head up to kiss someone is weird. So. . . here is
to just wanting good company and letting the river of life take its
And a thousand words, goodnight.