Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Predetermined, Regularly Delivered Blog Post


When I created this blog, I had initially challenged myself to writing a new, exclusive story. Well, I must say that I don’t believe that that will continue to be my priority. I don’t want to be a blogger with any sort of predetermined regularity. Blogging should come from the heart when the heart beckons, and that is what I will be doing from now on. I will probably doing a monthly accountability blog, but I’m not going to make any promises. 


The reason for this is because I’m much too busy working on my actual novel. I’ve been editing it, and all of my energy has been going directly into it. My novel is the most important thing, anyway. I’m getting to the point where I am about to start sending out query letters to agents. My novel is pretty shiny, in my opinion, however I still have plenty of things I want to do with it before I consider trying to push it out beyond the borders of my small writing circles. 


I may still continue to write the Blog Story Series, but I’m more interested in getting my short stories published with other outlets than my blog. I’ve been researching how to write query letters, and I’ve quickly decided that I need more credentials. I know my novel is fantastic, but I guess I also need more people to say that other things I’ve written are fantastic. The only writing contest I ever won was a PKP Essay Writing Competition at SIUE. A cool award in itself, but hardly something that shows that I know how to write fiction.

I’m also still working on my life post-separation from that lady I was married to. I’m considering going back to school. If I did, it would be up near the North East. I figure I need to live by publishers. I need to make contacts. Go to conferences. St. Louis isn’t the best place for a writer to do those sorts of things. I really loved Boston, NYC, and other places up in the NE when I visited last, so I’m considering the move there (I do miss Seattle extraordinarily, though). However, everything I do in my life is centered around my dream to become a writer. I just want to get my book published. I want to do everything it takes. I want to be one of the hardest working writers in history.

Anyway, thank you for reading. Have a great day. I hope you get to spend it doing something you love!




Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Animal Crossing: An In-Depth Wealth of Constructive Criticism and Suggestions After Having Played New Leaf


This is not my first post about Animal Crossing, and it probably won’t be the last. You see, something sparks a fire in me about this game. The premise is so seductive. The idea of a game about collecting EVERYTHING sounds like so much fun. Build a house; live a new life. This intrigues me.

I enjoyed the Gamecube version of Animal Crossing. The DS version, called Wild World, was slightly more fun. The Wii version was so atrocious that I resold it (the only Wii game I ever traded in). Now, we have the 3DS version, called New Leaf.

The one big problem I have had with ALL of these games comes right after paying off my final loan. At that moment, I lose all interest, because I felt like I had nothing to work for. I thought New Leaf would be different, with the new public works projects, but it wasn’t. I think, in the case of this new game, it’s because the only way to make money efficiently is by selling beetles caught at the island. Doing the beetle routine every night gets old after a month. Each public works project was just another estimation of beetles I would have to catch to see an object that is already in all of my friend’s towns anyway. If there were more optimal and varied ways to make money, I might still be playing consistently.

As of this moment, it’s been three days since I’ve last checked in on my town. The only reason I’m considering looking at my town right now is because I’m afraid that all my black roses have wilted. “NOOOOO!” I said. In the middle of writing this paragraph, I checked. Eleven out of fourteen of my black roses are dead. I should have put them in my refrigerator storage unit. Man…