This is an update on what I’m doing and where I’m at. I’ve been spending most of my free time writing a collection of short stories as a sort of sideshow to my Fey World series of novels. These short stories give a historical background for the events found in my first novel in that series, Fey Girl, and also the later sequels.
A great deal of my time has been spent in research for this collection. It’s called Fey Tales (which will be the first in several instalments) and it starts off in 1100 BC during the Trojan War. From there it moves from 1000 BC and the fall of the Tower of Babel, 600(ish) BC after the Battle of Thermopylae, 500(ish) BC in Athens during the time of Socrates and then it jumps forward into the Middle Ages with King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in 600(ish) AD, The Knights Templar in 1100(ish) AD, Rasputin 1900(ish) AD, World War II and a tale from the 1980’s. (more…)
This is less of a blog and more of a plea. What I’m hoping is that some knowledgeable folk will find this blog and comment to help me out. I’d rather that than search through endless forums that are only tangeantially discussing what I’m looking for.
I’ve been considering for some time, the idea of making a video game. I guess, like others, that I’ve had this desire since I started playing story-driven games when I was a teen. I probably started to think about it seriously when Assasin’s Creed was released. That game seemed to me to be the flagship of a new era where gaming would incorporate good writing beyond just focusing on game-play and graphics.
I’ll interject here and state that this is my view and that I don’t want this to spark a debate about which games are well written and which aren’t. So, if you’re reading this, please be generous and keep your comments directed toward answering my question.
As I was walking from my work at a Toronto club to my car, I passed these two ladies who I presume were waiting for a cab at University and Queen.
Though the pic I’ve included isn’t of them, it’s a close enough approximation. One of them (the cleavagey one) was holding a long box with a pink ribbon under her arm.
I stopped. “Someone gave you a bouquet?” (at this point my brain alerted me to the fact that I was inexplicably entering pick-up mode)
She shook her head and smiled. “It’s a body.”
“A corpse.” Her friend grinned.
I raised my eyebrows and shrugged. “A baby you mean?”
I’ve been working as a security guard and bouncer at various sites for a few years now, and I’ve noticed that at most places there’s at least one of my peers who has a hook-up for things like flashlights and knives.
Guards go gaga for accessories.
Especially for knives. I haven’t thought I really needed a knife since I was ten, and while I find myself in way more potentially dangerous situations these days, when I think about whether I want a knife the first use that comes to mind is declaring “That’s not a knife: this is a knife.”