Started a new Minecraft world and I am thoroughly enjoying the experience. Starting fresh can be a pain in the butt in any endeavor, largely due to what starting fresh actually means. In short, it means abandoning everything that came before it. This is true of story as much as of games. In Minecraft it can take an extremely long time to reach the point where you can pursue the endgame-esque scenarios. It can be even longer to find an end portal (128 possible fortresses in an unlimited world and most don’t have portals). For me it was just good times to dig down deep into a hole and find some Iron Ore. That’s all. Just an excersise in digging, and for the most part without the meditative quality of listening to a book as I did it. In truth, this was a truer meditation, because I give myself over to the digging with an empty mind. When I surfaced, I realized I want to build a truly epic castle and adjoining town.
So, Minecraft is going well and bringing me joy. Five days out from a pitch deadline I am on the cusp of my first story idea. I have to develop a few more over the next couple of days, but this first one has legs. At least, it has a character who has a solid backstory to stand on. Now the plot is not entirely there, but it will be.
Between Minecraft and Writing it is hard to even consider that I have so much more going on. There is the work life (all is well and quiet). There is being a dad (we bought Catan and… my Gosh). There is football. Well, there is not football. We play 11 man in the age of 10 people or less gathering. The best we can hope for is 5 on 5 flag for the foreseeable future. I suppose I’ve moved on in a real sense. I am at that point of believing that training the brood is more valuable than the game time they get in these youth clashes. I am looking forward to designing a regimen for the weekend.
That’s all. That is me on a Cinco De Mayo Tuesday fresh off a burrito and a smile.