May 20th, 2014

DadnHersTruly

Minecraft Stories

My daughter has asked for "Minecraft stories." What came out of my mouth was pure absurdity and lots of fun. "There once was a girl named Steve, who lived in MyWorld, because everyone in MyWorld was called Steve. Nobody knew who this 'Steve' was, but he sure did name a lot of people after himself." And so on. You can see the fun in it.

I admit to getting caught with the Minecraft hook. I learned how Survival mode works over the weekend, and now I'm on a quest to mine until I find lava.

My daughter is now pushing for me to get the full PC version of Minecraft, rather than the Pocked Edition. As that involves a rather elder form of Java, which is a deal breaker for me. Aged Java is full of security woe and I just don't want to go there. You'd also think that buying the game is brain dead, but the Minecraft site requires yet another account, and my brain just doesn't want to process yet another login and all that goes with it. All that I want to do is download and install Minecraft just like any other game. I have enough complexity these days.

Sometimes complexity and unknowns just give me little panic attacks. I don't know why. This never used to happen. I'll leave that as a post for another day.
DadnHersTruly

Not an Aspiring Writer

The more that I hear the term "aspiring author," the more that I doubt that the term is useful at all.

I have written four books and a novella, and have two more in the pipeline. I have done utterly horrible at actually selling them. So, am I an aspiring author? I don't think so. I think that I'm a very successful author who's written some very readable books. Whether those books have sold or now is not the point. There are many signed authors who write books that don't sell, with the only difference being that they got paid advances.

The truth is that I am an aspiring salesman. The truth is that I am an aspiring businessman. The truth is that I am an aspiring cover artist. These are the areas where I am challenged and need work.

I took me six years to admit that I'm running a business in being a writer. Now that I've admitted that, I can take back the "aspiring." I am a business owner and I am running a business. I am not "aspiring" to run that business. I pay money, get a few bucks in income, pay bills, and make decisions about how and where to spend my limited funds. There's nothing aspiring about that.

The same is true of being a cover artist for myself and being a promoter. I am actually doing these things as opposed to pretending or wanting to do these things.

"Aspiring" belongs to people who aren't getting things done. Once you're getting things done, you are doing the job. It's gate keeping to label "aspiring" onto the people getting things done.

Now, what words should we use to distinguish us bottom feeders of the literary world? I have no clue. Using "new" doesn't work, because an author may not be new. How many years do you spend as new before you aren't new any more? I'd accept "Bottom List" or "Low List" author. That much is true. The difference between me and everyone is sale. (Okay, they might tell better stories or be in more lucrative genres, too, but don't tell anyone.)

That brings up where the cutoff should be. How do we determine the A, B, C, and D lists? I don't know. Who decides these cutoffs? Again, I don't know.

Damn this new and innovative world. Why won't it just sort neatly into categories for us?