Yesterday's post made me a little nostalgic. I thought about all the old stories I wrote as a young boy. I created super heroes and star ship captains. I wrote about Jedi and fighters. I wrote about strangers and strange places, friends and my home. I gave up video game time and television to write. I miss that drive, though I don't miss the quality.
I think I must've always fancied myself a story teller. I was in every play I could be in. I volunteered to do announcements for the school. I was told that at family gatherings I would relate the plot of an entire movie or play to aunts and uncles. I would tell stories to my stuffed animals and plot out long, intricate story lines with my toys. Things haven't changed much, I think.
I pursued pro wrestling, the most brutal form of story telling I know. I gave up a month of free time to plan out a campaign for a table top role playing group. Then another. Then I started playing Smash Fiction's Surprise Party with friends. I... I can't escape the story telling. Hell, even the profession I'm not interested in, journalism, is a form of story telling. I earned my keep filming, editing, writing, and putting news on the air, an exercise I despised, because it was still, technically, story telling.
So what's next? Where will story telling take me now? I'm doing game reviews now, and really, what do I value most in a game? The story. After this? Who knows? But you know what? When I know, you'll all know.
Keep your eyes open for my debut novel, The Paladin.