Wordsmithing

Sunny Sunday, which makes me wonder why we don't have moony Mondays. Spending the afternoon working on Cuddles. Since the majority of my writing income these days comes from columns and reviews, it's taking some dust blowing to get back to fiction writing. I'm at the halfway point with the story, with all the action to come. So far, it's just been set up and establishment of the locale--which is harder than I thought. Here, my time as a DM comes into help--as much as I sometimes think Dungeons and Dragons can be construed as a time waster, time I should spend writing, it does help. I've learned more about world building and narrative from that game than I've learned reading hours upon hours of fantasy fiction.

Speaking of which--ran our Saturday night game last night. It went okay. The adventure is finally out of the gnome enclave of Jzadirune, which I think the players were becoming a little tired with. They did well, though, everyone making it up to Third Level. Now, it's onto the Malachite Fortess, conveniantly located below Jzadirune. Funny how that works out.

Want to play video games today if time allows. Still trying to make my own Third Level in Morrowind--stuck in the floating city of Vivec, just hearing about the serial killer hiding down in the depths of the city. Like I'm taking him on at 2nd level. Find another sucker. Also picked up Xenosaga--an anime inspired space opera that seems all cut scenes filled with big eyed characters who remind me of escapees from Thunderbirds. The story, unfortunately, looks like one of those dreary examinations of identity, the soul in the machine, and when does something truly come alive. In short, it aspires to be deep. It even quotes Nietzche, so you know you're in trouble. Still, like a beautifully distant goth undergrad, seen sipping a coffee while reading Being and Nothingness, it looks damn good. I'll put up with it's first year philosophy for now.