No Support, No Tank…Yet

Since everything is a story in itself, and serves for inspiration for whatever anyone may do, let me tell you of my adventures in gaming–namely Paladins.   Paladins is an online multiplayer FPS (First Person Shooter). Similar to MOBAs, but it’s in first person. It’s closer to Overwatch than it is to Smite (Hi-Rez makes both games Paladins and Smite, BTW) .

I started the game a while ago, however abandoned it for a while. Yesterday was the day to get reacquainted.  Why the abandonment? I was playing multiple games, and this one was frustrating me.

I was frustrated because even though I was equally new, the team composition was always off. Everyone wanted to be the damage dealer or flanker. We had no one playing support (heals and/or protection),  or tank (soaks up damage and could stay on the point).

The formula was simple, a support could help keep the tank alive with heals, while the flanker and damage dealers picked off the enemy team.  Since I was too logical for my own good I would either play tank or support, and it annoyed me because if I was the tank, I had no back up. If I was the support, the enemy flankers could pick me off. No one stayed on the point to capture it.

So I returned to the game, to be refreshed and try my hardest to make do with what I have to go with.  Many of the games, the same thing happens. No tank, or no support. I still play both roles, but not at the same time. This is a for better or worse deal as I’m determined to enjoy the game and get the basics down.

Now image if these were people critical to your team, and they all want to be the top damage dealer and score kills (success, sex, or wealth). I say story motive.  Also quitting a team or abandoning them because you’re frustrated with your role.

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Sugar Rush

Well, the other day I decided to make some sweet tea. We were out of sugar, so I had to go buy some and then it was time for some sweet tea.

The formula is pretty simple.  Hot water to a large container with sugar.  Let the sugar dissolve, then add the tea bags. Let it steep for a while.  Afterwards, slowly add the tea to a pitcher with ice and water. Tea completed.

Well that day I didn’t move fast enough for a family member–who wanted tea, like yesterday. Well, he decided to make it. I didn’t worry or, care until I tasted it, and then I  noticed my newly retouched sugar bowl was mighty empty.

So I asked him how much sugar he placed in the tea.  He gave a modest amount, but that tea was over-sweetened, and I couldn’t drink it.  So I had to go back, and steep two more tea bags, then add it to this pitcher. Therefore the tea is far stronger than I wanted even with more water, but it cut down a lot of the sweetness.

I am so salty now cause I’ve wasted sugar and tea correcting someone who thought they were correcting me. I suppose I should move faster to make the tea, but how the hell is it supposed to steep if I don’t allow it to have time to steep?

I’m not buying any more sugar this week, or tea bags. We’ll just have to drink water if we run out of both.

Happy creative endeavors.

A Sly Fox Waits, and Waits…

It’s been an odd month with me truly not being on point with my writing output, and frustration’s building to a nasty peak.  I really find myself disinterested in writing, which feels weird. I can only guess my lack of sleep, and outside influences are a mess. I don’t like that I’m not writing.

So this fox waits, and waits for his inspiration to hit me.  I’d rather put my brain to work, but sitting at a keyboard, or even with my notebook has been a mess.  I’m finding myself annoyed, cranky, distracted, and doing everything but what I need to do.

Perhaps good or bad writing, I should just write anyways. At the very least I can say I put in the effort as opposed to waiting for the moment of inspiration to strike. Other wise it’s gonna be a meh day.

Happy creative endeavors. I say this without irony. I do want people to get in touch with their creative zones.

Who’s Scared Now?

I’m scared, that’s who. Allow me to explain. Yesterday I woke up early. Not sure why, but I did. There was no alarm, or loud noises, it was one of those moments where my eyes opened, sunlight hit me, and I didn’t feel I could fall back asleep. I was awake.

Since I was awake, I told myself, “make up your bed, it’ll be warm and inviting when you get home.” I made it up, and it looked good, as opposed to the mess I sometimes leave it.  Then I said, “write something, anything, so you’ll have something to work from for the day.” So I wrote something in my notebook. It wasn’t much, just a note that I should learn to make a stronger build for a gaming character. I was disappointed in that note.

Before I left for work, I had a pang of inspiration, that sort of binds a lot of the characters I have for the novel, immediately wrote it down, and laughed because it was funny. Then I went to work. I was busy, and all day I felt intimidated by the revelation I am grateful I wrote down. Why is this epiphany scary? Well, for the first time I feel that after a year I have a cohesive way to tie things together. I keep wondering what all that writing and frustration was for if all it took was one day of waking up early.

One top of that it is clear that as much as I want to believe I was on the right path, I have to work even harder to produce some quality work.  I am intimidated by the quality in the material I seek to produces. This isn’t the angel in the room, but rather a fear of success, I think. This is the right direction, and I will have to take it one word at a time (in no way shape or form am I giving up).

Maybe I needed a cool down moment from when I wrote what I wrote, and how I feel. The idea isn’t going away, is committed to paper, and now needs to be expanded upon, and more written.  I’m worrying over nothing, but that’s me.

Happy creative endeavors.

Saturdazed

It’s Saturday, and I’ve been slow to get started. Wanted to rest longer, and stated so, but awakened by a happy family who really didn’t understand I didn’t want to be disturbed. I miss having an apartment, and calling the shots on when I’m going to get up. Change is life, though.

Have to use cheap allergy meds this week, and they are less effective, and make me sleepy as all get out. That really does make being awake an annoyance, when it should be the asset. I will have to tough it out. I like the relief it offers, but OMG, it taxes my system. Boo to that mess.

Writing exercises fell low the entire week, which coincided with the change in my shift, and me refusing to go to bed early. I was a little too stubborn for my own good, and something fell off. The writing quality took the hit. That has to change.

Now that I have some time to reflect on what I didn’t do, and how the minimum became the norm, I’m ready to get back on the horse to my regular routine of writing, and trying to get myself into creative shape.

Happy creative endeavors.

Get Write

The iron’s in the fire, and I gotta work the forge. Sweat running down my forehead and back. My eyes stinging on the saltiness of the sweat. I can only wipe my brow so many times. The smell of molten metal is in the air, and images of cooler place dance about and teas my thoughts. I pick up the tools, and star away at shaping this iron to tell the stories brimming to the surface to be told.

So writing has stalled again, however, a brother keeps trying because he does that what he does. Is not in the mood to hear excuses about it either. Did do some writing, it was random ideas, and the plot for a new story that I need to work on more. The novel needs its legs back. so I gotta get more done for that as well.

Now I go make things happen.

Happy creative endeavors.

Lovely Eye Allergies

Despite taking my meds, my room is a trap for allergies if I don’t have my fan oscillating. Needless to say, I was cold, and thought just having the air on would suffice. Surprise, surprise, I woke up with burning eyes in spite of taking my meds the day before. Now I gotta deal with this mess, and it’s annoying as all get out. I keep squinting, and one eye keeps tearing.  Someone asked me about eye drops, but I swore off drops after a dreadful experience with them.

Looking back at my notes I can see I wrote out some details from some new characters and a concept I haven’t implemented. No need to, but I’m glad I put it down. What I do have is a lot of gaming notes, which seems to fill my journal pages.  Now I need to write a few lines for the novel, and make this day OK.

Happy creative endeavors.