Yeah. I’m still here. I just haven’t really done a lot of writing lately. Not that anyone was avidly following this backwater blog anyway. But, in case you were…
So. Coronavirus. Amirite? I have been planning on writing something since… well… somewhere around the 20th of March of 2020. Now that it’s basically STILL March of 2020, I guess I’m still on pace. Right?
Ugh. Dear WordPress: Why don’t you auto-capitalize ‘I’ when referring to myself in the first person. For the love of all that is good and holy…
So what’s been happening since last we left off? How do I encapsulate the last year and then some in a short and succinct way? Oh I know… ARGHHGGGHGHGGGHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I think that about covers it. What have I been doing? Absolutely nothing. Or rather, very little. The intent, last year, was to FINALLY, get into a sort of ‘normal’ life here in Norway. Well that didn’t happen.
Last february, I was working as an independent contractor doing a freelance writing gig thing which sucked a whole lot of monkey balls. Content Mill shit. You know the type. I can’t say I had much fun. In fact, it was pretty horrifyingly awful. But then Covid came along and instructed us all on just how awful awful can get. In response, wifey and i locked down in our incredibly small apartment in Oslo and watched Critical Role. A whole LOT of Critical Role.
At first, it was just something to get us through the dark times. Then the dark times kept continuing and, frankly, Critical Role became our touchstone to sanity. I may have inadvertently gotten my wife completely hooked on it. I would feel guilty about that considering just how many hours we put in catching up on campaign 2, but I don’t feel guilty at all. You know why? Because watching Critical Role piqued her interest in D&D, which has always been something I’ve loved. She now owns more sets of roleplaying dice than I do and we’ve amasses quite the collection of sourcebooks, etc. She’s gotten into the habit that I had so many years ago of creating new characters. Of course things have advanced considerably on that scale lately and you can now role up a character on DnD Beyond and have a stable of hundreds of characters on fancy and pretty digital sheets.
There’s a lot that can go into summarizing a year: my sudden complete lack of interest in journalling was one of them. Watching the impending US Election with hope and trepidation. Wandering about in a daze. Going (yes GOING) to class for Norwegian for most of the year… Most of which has been varying shades of not great. I haven’t seen my mother or any of my family since february of last year. Luckily, they are all still safe in the US and almost all of them have had their vaccines. We haven’t seen our friends in most of that time either. But none of this is new. I’m sure everyone with any sense has had similar experiences. And if you’re one of those who DIDN’T have sense and went out and did all the things – please stop reading and find yourself a hole somewhere to hide in your shame.
Anyway. With the surging interest in Critical Role and the idea of running our own Wildemount campaign, I’ve suddenly had a pause to relocate my love of – and interest in – art, writing, etc. I’ve started drawing again. And I’ve come up with the little germ of a plan to maybe – MAYBE – share some new stories here on this blog. Or maybe another blog I’m running. I don’t know yet. Like i said: it’s a germ of a plan.
So, you might be wondering what’s the news on Meg Brown? Well… there is no news. You would think that being stuck inside for months on end would create many opportunities for writing. And it does. But that all depends on having the mood and will to pursue it, which I haven’t. You could say i’ve been struck with the depression stick. Over and over and over again. Oh! And i had my first legit panic attack. Several of them actually. It’s funny how I once thought I knew what a panic attack was. It seems I was horrendously wrong. If you’ve had one, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t – and you just think that a panic attack is just a more serious anxiety attack – that’s cute. A panic attack, it seems, is the nuclear version of an anxiety attack.
All this means Meg is still in limbo. The next book – which has been ‘finished’ for like four years now is no closer to being fully edited. The book after that – also finished – is basically abandoned. I have an idea for another Meg novel, which I haven’t yet started, but it may end up being the last. Seeing as I’ve moved to Norway, it becomes harder and harder to write about a homicide cop in Minneapolis. Not to mention, things have not been going terribly well for her native Minneapolis police department. She’s not even conflicted about it anymore. She’s quitting. In fact, she has quit. But that isn’t to say she doesn’t still have a story to tell. It all depends on whether or not I’m ready to write it and so far the answer to that is no.
So, with that, I’ll end this post and go fetch some grub. It’s dinner time and I need dinner. I know, there isn’t much here to hang your hat on, but I was just toying with the idea of writing something and the mood struck me, so here it is. Sorry if you’ve read through this thinking there would be some content. There isn’t. But there might be. Someday. Stay tuned.