Growth

I haven’t been writing much lately. Actually, I haven’t been writing at all. I don’t know what it means, or if it presages a surrender of my hope of becoming published. I hope not. I’ve put in too much time and effort working towards this goal, but at the moment I’m distracted by the realities of life. Is that a valid excuse?

There are stories in my head that I need to tell. I cannot deny it, it’s a fact of my being, that I’m always thinking, that I’m always inventing stories when I’m alone, coming up with plots and scenarios, dreaming of what I would like to say, yearning for others to enjoy what I have come up with.

Lately I’ve been off my rhythm. I haven’t set aside time to sit and daydream or brainstorm. I haven’t sat at my computer with the sole goal of committing the stories in my head to paper, or I guess to a computer file. It’s a shame because that’s what I want, what I need, but as I said before, I’m dealing with life issues, not at all live threatening or serious, but deserving of my attention. It’s where I need to be, and where my energies are focused.

I hope to get back to writing soon, and honestly, I have been writing, just nothing I care to share at the moment. I’m still planning on participating in NaNoWriMo again for the fifth time come November. I still want to rewrite Son of the Father, which was my first NaNo novel. I have others I want to rewrite, not because they are great works en potencia, but because they mean something to me, because I believe they have a message I want to share.

But for now I’m engaged in a trial of a sort, a moment of personal growth that is impacting me emotionally and spiritually. How I’ll come out is anyone’s guess, but it’s a journey I need to take, a journey we all have to take in one form or another, at some point in our lives. This is my time.

Book Review: Ready Player One

Ready_Player_One_coverI finished reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline a couple of weeks ago. Can I just say it? Wow! It was a great read, fascinating and engaging, highly imaginative and compelling. I can’t believe it took me this long to actually get around to reading it.

My friend Amy was the one who told me about the book. She listened to the audiobook, narrated by Wil Wheaton, and fell in love with it. She said I needed to read it. She implored, the badgered me, and she harassed me until I relented and said I would read it. I didn’t.

It took a documentary, Atari: Game Over to pique my interest, and so one day while in Lubbock, I stopped at the Barnes & Nobel by the mall, and I bought the book. It sat on my to read pile for at least a month, probably longer. In the meantime, Amy cajoled, pestered, begged and outright pleaded for me to read the book. It wasn’t until another friend of hers – well actually, her friend’s husband, but I don’t need to be nit-picky – read the book, that I decided to sit down and read. I can’t have anyone show me up, after all!

So I read it. Well, actually I only read the first 60 pages. It was okay, I guess. It was a little slow so I put it down for a week. Then, when I had a free day, I sat down and began to read again. This time the action picked up, and I found myself fully immersed in the story about a man, James Halliday, who created a virtual world and became the wealthiest man alive, but having no heirs, decided to create a contest to give the winner his wealth, and control of OASIS, the virtual reality he and his friend created decades before.

This is a story that takes place almost exclusively online. It’s an escape from the dystopian reality of a civilization in the midst of collapse, of crushing poverty and limited resources. OASIS is what its name implies, a getaway, one that is mostly free to use, and as such, the target of a corporation intent on winning the contest in order to turn the virtual utopia into a cash cow.

Enter our hero, the narrator of the story, Wade Owen Watts, who goes by the name of Parzival while in OASIS. He’s a student who, along with millions of other individuals, is drawn into the contest, wanting to be the first to discover the secrets Halliday encoded into OASIS. Watts becomes obsessed with the 1980’s, a decade the eccentric billionaire himself obsessed over, that being the time when he was a teen.

What comes across is a race between the everyman and the soulless, corrupt corporation, not only for bragging rights or the over $100 billion, but for control of the single most important outlet for the average human being. At stake is OASIS, with its access to the single largest depository of  knowledge ever assembled, books, music, and movies all at the disposal for mankind.

It’s a little odd reviewing such an amazing book, especially one as well-known and read as Ready Player One. I’ve seen on my Facebook feed that many of my friends have recently read the novel as well, and they loved it. Hollywood has also picked up the novel and is reportedly in the process of turning it into a movie, with no less that Steven Spielberg at the helm.

So what’s my take? I’m sure it’s been said before, but it really is a bit of World of Warcraft meets The Matrix, well kind of. I loved the storyline, and though it could have easily devolved into some hokey David-vs-Goliath type story, the author deftly created one of the best books I’ve ever read. He manages to entertain despite clueing us in to the outcome of the story. You fall for the characters, who you meet as the online avatars of their respective players, and you still come to care for them, and as such Ernest Cline manages to surprise the reader.

This is definitely a 5 out of 5 star book, in my humble opinion. Check it out, then badger your friends to read it as well. I can’t wait to see what Spielberg creates in terms of the visual aspect, but he’ll be hard pressed to realize everything Cline managed to do!


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Panic then relief

I had a momentary flash of panic as I sat down to write this evening. I’m reaching the climax of the story, the moment where my heroine comes face to face with her tormentor, and I couldn’t remember if they’ve met before. I wanted to scream, knowing that i would have to skim through the book to see if they had met. I cursed myself for not keeping detailed notes.

Luckily, I remembered. The panic has subsided, and I can continue working. I’m ready to be done. I’m so, so ready.

Oh hail!

What a storm! I’m glad I missed it. I was a to work yesterday when I got a message from my mother telling me that hail broke out the window to my bedroom. Father boarded it up, since I couldn’t really do anything about it while I was an hour away. When I got home, the house looked a little worse for wear, especially the trees. Small branches and leaves littered the street and the yard.

I didn’t have much time to deal with the catastrophe of the broken pane since my nephew was celebrating his First Communion, and my the time I got home the sun had set and I just went to bed. Today, I needed to deal with the gaping hole on the wall.

I bought a roll of plastic and furring strips to keep the wind and rain out. My brother helped me take out the broken window, which is no easy feat. The trim around the window was already rotten, and my plan has been to replace them when I could, so the fact that the hail broke the window isn’t that big a deal. My main concern, as I inspected the framing, was that the outside wall and the frame be free of rot, which I’m happy to report it is.

I covered the window frame with plastic before covering it with plywood. Since the window is gone, we’re having to up the exterior project up. The back of the house, for whatever reason, has stucco which needs to be removed. As long as that’s happening, my other window will need to be removed, along with all the windows on the south side of the house which also sustained damage during the storm, but didn’t shatter as my south side window.

We’ll remove the stucco, ensure the walls are clean and free of rot, use a house wrap, then install the new windows and trim before installing new siding. It’s a lot of work, a job that we had planned on completing on one fine someday, but looks like Mother Nature decided to expedite the work. So be it!

Luckily, we have most of the siding already. It’s going to be a big job, and it’ll get rather expensive, but it needs to be done. For the short-term I’ll be down a window, but I’m fine with that. As long as the elements don’t enter the room, I can slum it for a while. The other issue I have to deal with is what to do with my truck that we worked on last year and painted. The hail dented the heck out of it! That, I’ll admit, has me a little more upset, but that’s a topic for another time.

My first hurdle

Well, that didn’t take long! I hit a slight pothole while working on my book. Honestly, it feels more like I drove off the side of a cliff, tumbled down the embankment, and landed in turbulent seas. Though I have miraculously survived, the car is quickly filling with sea water, sinking, and I don’t know how to swim. This may be the end. If I don’t make…*glub glub*

I love a belabored metaphor. Sorry about that. Everything I’ve found so far have been relatively easy fixes. For example, one of my minor character’s story arc will be reduced, though not entirely eliminated. I want my main character to try to help her friend out with her problems while my M.C. is grappling with her own situation. What a friend! It’s all about putting everybody’s story arc in their proper perspective.

There are paragraphs, and a few scenes, that have been reduced or eliminated. Some didn’t fit, some took me as the reader out of the book, and some were just unnecessary. I’ve continued to refine my language, trying to say what needs to be said in as succinct a manner as possible. It’s hard work to write effortlessly.

The problem I found involves another of my characters. Something about them isn’t clicking. I like the character, and they have a part to play, but the issue is that their part grew the more I wrote and I’m having trouble unifying who I wanted them to be versus who they ultimately became. Their arc became more convoluted and the fix took me out to such an extreme that they became a cliché instead of a complicated character. Fixing it has plagued me for a long time.

I’m sure a lot of rewriting is in my future, and I’m okay with that. I’m confident that I have a strong story, minor problems notwithstanding. It’s just going to take more work than I originally planned on dedicating to this project. Also, and I can’t stress this enough, I’m going to have to figure out how the hell to fix it. I guess I could simply give up, but I feel giving up isn’t truly an option.