Welp. There it is. I actually published a deng book. Sleepless Flame is a thing that exists in reality. Despite being a weaver of words, I don’t exactly have a way to explain my thoughts and feelings. Immersive science fiction worlds, specifically cyberpunk, have always been an extremely important part of my life. It has literally kept me alive these years, and I am so happy to finally breathe mine into existence.
I’ve said before, I don’t have much to be proud of in my life, and I find it very difficult to finish projects. I get discouraged easily and give up. But after seven years, I finally saw something to the end. Huh.
Quick Book Update for those who are interested:The manuscript is now out of my hands and in the power of my Editor. I should see it again sometime in January, then after a week or two of more edits, it should be good to go to final formatting. Cover art is pending as well, I should hopefully see that by the end of this month, so stay tuned~
And now I am in this weird phase of not knowing what to do with myself, so I tried this thing called “relaxing” and dusted off my Steam Library. I had forgotten about this little gem called Shadwen, and I was immediately drawn to it because of the protagonist:
And I am absolutely delighted to report that the story did not disappoint.
Since I do not have a progress report for you this week (spending the majority of my time crying in front of the first half of my manuscript as I reconstruct the entire thing while severely under-caffeinated), I figured I would do something appropriately festive for you guys, because the spooky season fills me with glee.
I got this tag from Caroline Huball’s Blog, so be sure to check it out if you would like to do it on your own.
1. Are you a scaredy cat or a horror aficionado?
Eh, that’s a complicated question. In terms of narrative fiction, I would enjoy it quite a lot (see further for caveat). But in movies and other media, I am not a fan of slasher and excessive gore, unless it’s done to a point where it is comical (i.e. The Thing, omfg I pulled a hernia laughing so hard at the abdomen teeth). Which is ironic, if you consider how violent my writing is. I’m not a fan of jumpscares either, I consider it a cheap tactic and I get real punchy when startled. Continue reading Odin Does the Halloween Writer’s Tag
This game….where do I even *begin* with THIS GAME? I mean it’s not like I have a *problem* or anything-
….ok maybe a little bit of one….
That last achievement though, I stg…I know *EXACTLY* what I am missing >:[
SO! The game of discussion today is the indie dev studio Monomi Park’s Slime Rancher. The premise is you have acquired a quaint little ranch out in Far Far Away, and you must obliterate your competition and take your place in the cutthroat empire of crystallized shit. I am only exaggerating a little bit, but I will have you guess about which part.
I apologize in advance for the lack of photos and a wall of text, I got a lot going on in my head, and I just can’t be bothered at the moment to find things that illustrate my angst towards this game. So I leave you with some suspicious breakfast cereal:
So…how suspicious we talkin’? Like, “unidentifiable fruit flavor” suspicious, or “the wheat was blended with a select choice of orphan blood” suspicious?
Ahhh, Deus Ex, how I love thee. Chop up my limbs and glue me to a particle accelerator, then inject my veins with tiny microscopic robots. My body is ready.
So I have finished the most recent extension to the Deux Ex universe: Mankind Divided. And, it was a good game. Which is my problem with it. Good game. Period. Not an excellent game. Or even a solid game. Continue reading ODIN NEVER ASKED FOR THIS
Hunker down and grab a snack, kiddies. This one’s gonna be a long one. And I will be talking about a mature rated video game, so if you’re here from my beading and jewelry videos….well, you might want to skip this one. (I post more jewelry and nice things on Tuesdays on my YouTube channel…)
So over the winter break, I had the experience of playing this little gem right here:
Not shown – the grin plastered across my face stretching from ear to ear