Dice rolling. Keyboard mashing. Story telling.
Bubbles of thought, captured and translated to words.
Christmas was kind to me this time around. I had a few days off to properly enjoy it, spending time with the family and getting a few choice presents. I also got to enjoy New Years Eve with friends instead of working.
With all the excitement going on, I forgot to make a resolution for this year. Oh well, I probably wouldn’t have kept it anyway, so no loss.
I really should be sleeping, but it seems that my body is hard wired for night owl mode. Perhaps it is because I work (too many) nights. Perhaps it is too much tea and coffee. Or perhaps it is simply my mind being overcrowded with thoughts.
Another lap around the solar system qualifies me for my 28th birthday! Hooray for me!
I attended a presentation by Professor A. C. Grayling at the Sydney Opera House entitled ‘Closing the Modern Mind’. It was but one of the many talks at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas this last weekend and in case you missed it, I feel that I am doing you a favour by linking to it here.
I went to bed a little early tonight, if 10:30 PM can be considered early, and found myself tossing and turning. I did a little reading before bed. ‘The God Delusion’ by Richard Dawkins is quite a heavy read. I even tried counting Magic cards instead of sheep in a vain effort to tempt a visit from the Sandman.
No dice.
I couldn’t get to sleep because my mind is buzzing.
And I have to be up for work in about six hours.
Fuck.
Have you ever realised that you have too much of anything? I did a couple of days ago when I started sorting my Magic: the Gathering collection again. I have already taken the time previously to sort them all by colour then alphabetically, however there are a lot of cards I will probably never play. Almost six thousand of them. So the time has come to cut back the collection.
In a disappointing turn of events, no one got back to me about the game I was supposed to be running yesterday. That is okay though, because that gives me more time to prepare, and coincidently, more time to write.
Which is why I’m playing games instead, and checking my banking, and reading the news. Oops.
On Wednesday I will be starting a Pathfinder adventure of my own design and I’m pretty excited about it. It has been a while since I have run or played any kind of RPG, so I am feeling a little nervous and I hope my story will be robust enough for my players to enjoy themselves.
In other news I was awoken by the most awful noise this morning and discovered that the washing machine has a mind of its own, having decided to march itself across the laundry to visit the sink. I think it is trying to tell me something, judging by the mess on the floor.
I would describe theses last few weeks as having gone by in a fleeting manner. It has been a period of adjustment, as I leave one job and start another.
For the last two years I have been a bartender, gaming attendant and more recently, a casual duty manager. I have taken a leap and changed jobs, taking up a full time position as a duty manager at a new workplace. Whilst it is a scary thing to do, I ultimately needed to do it to further myself. I felt that I had learned as much as could be learned there and it was time to move on.
I have also begun learning Japanese. It seems an odd thing to do at a time like this, but it’s a move made out of love as my girlfriend has begun to learn a new language. It feels great to be able to assist her endeavours.
I’m looking forward to the coming months as the exciting new changes begin to bear fruit and provides more opportunities to explore.
So the new year has arrived in style, and with it, the resolutions of many to get in shape, drink less booze and be nicer to everyone. All admirable aims.
However, I have chosen to do something a little different: being proactive about bettering my craft. To this end I have resolved to write one hundred words every day until the end of the year, at which point I might increase the number.
It works like this: I write one hundred words. Pretty simple, eh? If I miss a day, it gets added to the next day. If I write more than one hundred words, I don’t subtract them from the next day – that would lead to becoming complacent.
And who knows, I might just have a novel written at the end.