Author: Jonathon

Hail to thee! Shining spears and glimmering armor. A fortress of rock behind them as firm and eternal as the earth itself. I cannot imagine the force that could bring this man to bow against is will, nor the power needed to humble the castle beyond…

As if I had that sort of potential! No, I fancy myself a writer but not a creator. In the hopes of finding things to write about here… I am going to start playing an older video game and as I play through it, I’m going to post here my feelings and responses to the experience. These will not be reviews of the game, you can go anywhere on the internet to find those, playboy and stuff are including them these days. No, this is going to be a much more emotional journey. My visceral reactions and struggles will be what you read about. I’ll even post pictures. We’ll see how this goes for one game and If I feel it’s helping my writing and makes for good reading then it’ll continue. Oh, this won’t be replacing OneWord as long as they update it, I’ll use it.

So what game should be first? I think it’s going to be Earthbound Zero, an unreleased Nintendo RPG that takes place in contemporary USA. More about the game when I start it. Heres to new beginnings!

Not even through the first month of the new year and I have already failed in my goal to post daily. I suppose I should have known. I am not known to stick with anything, I flit from task to task, idea to idea, passion to passion. Never staying long at any of them. Well I guess this in a effort to re-affirm my commitment, re-dedicate myself to overcoming me. Let go of the moment and just do things, you know? Isn’t that a terrible colloquialism? Not much of a writer if that gets tacked onto the end of each sentence. I could talk about politics but it’s always so depressing and I’m supposed to avoid that…

I am still alive and I will try to write more is what I guess I’m trying to say here.

Adventure appeals to me, but only in the literary sense. I oft wish that my life was like those of the people I read about. Where is my journey? Where is the great good that I can do? When did my life become less than the nothing it is? Where is the impossible to be overcome…

Was what came to me today. I see that already I have abandoned my goal here. I suppose this quiet unknown failure will only reveal myself to me, no one is here to share in the shame or to point an accusing finger. My finger is able enough for that. Speaking of which I recently tried to detach part of my left pinky from the rest of it. Why? Is the obvious question and the one that was on the lips of the police officers, EMTs, Emergency room personnel, My therapist, girlfriend, and family. I don’t really have an answer to it. It felt like the thing to do at the time. It made sense then, if I could go back and change things, I don’t think I would. Life is…. right? Is there more to it than that? We huff and puff and make a bluster, but Shakespeare was right even then:

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

But it’s my life and I try to be the best Idiot I can, if it is a stage the least I can do is make the other players and the audience laugh, if only a little bit…