For over a week, I’ve been struggling with my next blog post, and I feel so stuck in the muck of it that I’ve decided to just start over. The goal of my next post (this post) was to continue my reflections on my four-part soul concept, and to hopefully arrive at some conclusions. But … Continue reading Entering the darkness of the soul
The trick for creating the right “feel” for an RPG isn’t in the numbers as much as it’s in the words we use to define characters’ capabilities. How do we divide people up into universal attributes so we can quantify and differentiate their aptitudes? And more importantly for me—how do I implement my multiple-aspect soul concept while keeping attributes relatively simple? No one wants six to nine basic attributes, then four more special “soul” attributes piled on top of that. (Or at least, I don’t.) … I find the more stats that comprise a character, the less significant some of them become.
It’s been difficult deciding the next step. I’m torn between developing my own rules versus relying on the preexisting structure of a published game system. Even if that preexisting structure allows great versatility and customization, will it be the right fit for what I want to achieve? For instance, I’ve been reading about Powered by … Continue reading Plots & spontaneity
For a very long time, I’ve had a vague idea about writing (or “telling”) a sort of apocalypse story. Not post-apocalyptic, but of an apocalypse, a story about the world directly before and during its end. But I also say “sort of” because—I suppose like many post-apocalyptic narratives—the world doesn’t actually end. The world as we know it ends; the world and its inhabitants undergo dramatic change, the rules change. So to be more precise, I want to tell a story about the events leading up to the world-as-we-know-it falling apart, then paint the epic beauty that is that falling apart.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to start blogging. Why? Because I need to write MORE. Period. I also need to hold myself accountable, to not only whisper to myself “I need to write,” but to create a work space for all the public to see, and to challenge myself to fill that work space with verifiable progress.
I am no one if not not-me, and this I keep forgetting; if I settle for this being, then I’ve forgotten myself; not, mind you, a self which I can identify (that will never please me), but myself as only “I see”; not seeing nor thinking itself, which is in danger of this forgetting pattern; … Continue reading I wil remember
I lie on my equinox, split night and day, stare the stars away, retreat from my sun’s warmth, shrivel from his kisses; fear we’ll kill the owl, we’ve clipped my peregrine wings, that I’m naught but a carrion crow. I fly the interstate highway, eyes torn in dimming light, whisper to myself, “take flight.” But … Continue reading Equinox fall
Sister dirty cheap upon a wood floor; ants heap coffee grounds to dig a hole down the center: a fiddle-player without a bow, a pianist out of keys. Climb, “Oh my little sister!” And sing a song of reason, beauty, blue. Weak music drips upon a wood table; fingers clucking electric letters to drill a … Continue reading Sister Insect