New Year

Well I'm back from what was basically a month long vacation in the frigid northlands otherwise known as Skyrim. I warned everyone that I would disappear once I began playing it, and then my friend Zacc bought me a Playstation 3 for my birthday which was awesome of him. Then I pretty much moved in to the TV and lived in skyrim. My girlfriend hated me for it but I told her it would happen, and she was the one who bought the game so she could only be happy to watch me 'enjoy' the game.

I did enjoy it. I enjoyed becoming the dragon born. I enjoyed learning of my powers as the legendary Dovakin. It was all good. Sure the game's design is glitchy, they're all glitchy, but that's not why I come to see that show. Everything felt a bit short but authentic. I was kinda sad that there wasn't really a "Rats in the cellar" type quest, but that's not the end of the world. What I do have to say though, is that I'm pretty worried about the Thalmor. They have the power to wipe out the empire. What the empire needs is a secret weapon. I think that if the Dovakin was an orc, he could gather all the orcs and their power would probably be enough to at least make a difference against the damn high elves. It would be pretty neat. I think it could be obvious that I played an orc.

Running into battle with a sword and a shield was a lot of fun. I made a couple of thieves before I made my orc, but that orc got to have all the fun.

Aside from skyrim its been a month since I finished my novel. The main story got over somewhere around 44k and the last 6k was a shortstory which took place at the same time as my other story. I didn't finish that one. I got past 50k and stopped. But I won. I totally won. I even forced myself to write something that I didn't like at times.

That was the major lesson, forcing myself to write through the parts where it is not appealing. Trudging past the times when writing is as slow as molasses, and the word on the street is that molasses is pretty slow. I would like to take a moment to also complain about the " P " key on this laptop. I don't like to complain, but the letter " P " has been such a Pain in my ass. Rah! Anyway...

I wrote a book, then in December I turned 25 and my friend Mike and I tried to fill books with drawings, but we misread the pagecount, (we read 110 sheets and thought 110 pages, instead we got 220 pages), so we aimed for the halfway point. We have both at this point made our goals! That's pretty awesome I have to say. Perhaps next year we'll up the goal, or get different books, but still this is a reason to be happy. I wrote a book, and have halfway filled another book with drawings of questionable content and quality, but a book half filled is still only a book half filled.