Stories and Amateur Pasty-Crafting
As much as I've read and watched on the game's conceit and design, I've tried to avoid narrative spoiler as much as possible. I know that you play a detective who can't remember who he is, but is tasked with solving a murder. You traverse a fictional world (with over 6,000 years of history), interviewing all sorts of folks, and the choices for both words and deeds are vast, and determine the type of person you are/become.
Good morning, all. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well. Just finished making a bowl of savory oatmeal (I’ve been on a kick lately, taking inspiration from Kevin Hearne’s breakfast endeavors). While cooking the oatmeal, I listened to the rest of Bishop Garrison’s short story, “The Silver Door Diner,” the first featured story … Continue reading The Power in Pie and Conversation: Listening to Bishop Garrison’s “Silver Door Diner”
Late to Dinner posts are about something (or someone) that has been part of the cultural (and usually pop cultural at that) zeitgeist for a number of years, but which I've only discovered recently. Good evening, friends. I hope this missive finds you all doing well, and feeling relatively hearty and hale. Toward the front … Continue reading Late to Dinner: Supergiant Games
Good evening, folks, from a basement out here in the wilds of central Minnesota. I hope that this finds you well, and feeling hearty and hale. Just some quick thoughts which occurred to me while taking the dogs for their nightly jaunt I wanted to share with all of you, whomever may be reading this. … Continue reading Taking a Walk
Her piece "A Message About Messages" offers a pointed and humorous rebuttal (of which only Le Guin was capable of) to those who insist on strangling messages out of the fiction they read
Evening and huzzah, goda människor, from a basement out here in central Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you all safe, sound, hearty, and hale. Nearly bedtime around these parts, but I wanted to hop and post something before hitting the rack.
The first day of February delivered warmer weather with the sun sticking around long enough to melt some of the snow build-up. After settling a bellyful of pancakes and coffee, we ventured out to brave the perils of Saturday Costco. The town of Anoka lies on the way to the bastion of bulk food shopping, and in this town (self-proclaimed Halloween capital of the world) is The Swedish Crown Bakery
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
Writing is a strange and giant beast, that I sometimes lose sight of the simple fact that it's supposed to be fun. I'm looking forward to what kinds of stories will happen over the next 31 days. Who's with me?
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