Location: Murfreesboro, TN
I like to tell stories. This can sometimes get me into some trouble, but now that I have found a proper vehicle (writing fiction) I no longer make up things which can get me into trouble. I must admit that I find it curious that if I tell a story here about some far fetched world locked within the woes of generational combat and strife that people find it interesting whilst saying I was the cheauffer for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders gets me yelled at.
I have played Dungeons and Dragons in some incarnation since 1976. I have functioned as a DM for these games since 1980. I played a great deal when I was in Europe, more specifically Germany. That is where I finalized the World of Maenatae insomuch as I finished the maps and political boundaries, populated the creatures and wrote out the major character directions.
I started writing stories about the world of Maenatae there in the 80’s. At the behest of friends and all I copyrighted (if that is the correct word) the works surrounding Maenatae. I have discovered that getting literary works copyrighted is a great deal easier than people might think. All it takes is a little money and even then not as much as you might think. People advertise telling you that they can get your work copyrighted for a fee – Well, let me help you here, the actual fee to copyright a literary addition (regardless of its size) is $35. I sure am glad I started doing that, I may never have to fight over who wrote what, and for the most part, I prefer to let people read things for free when they come out, but you never know. I would not be happy if someone made a mint with the things that I wrote if for no other reason than I created them and I like to have them follow my personal direction and not someone elses. Everything on this blog and on my web page is copyrighted, but I dont mind folks putting things on their iPods or whatever to read later for the sake of convenience. I dont have any works for that overpriced reading dealie yet/ Zune I think they call it. My web page is where I keep the PDF files for stuff I have written / submitted, but I write a number of items here that I call supporting information. Snippets from the development notes on the given selections that I have submitted.
Now a co-worker said that she thought I was better looking than my picture lets on. I submit that drinking on the job is a dangerous undertaking at a time when the economy has been set in such rack and ruin as it currently shows. I am rather muscular, but that is not visible in the head shot. Frankly I prefer to be mediocre when it comes to looks. Some folks have good looks and it seems to be a curse to them. That aint me.
The Man Cave
This is a photo of one wall of the mural in the man cave. The mural depicts a portion of the work that I have engaged in for much of my adult RPG life. The World of Maenatae, more specifically the Sardist Reaches. A Garden of Eden never removed from its people. A story that displays the tendencies toward ends. Of how evil degrades the soul to bear certain fruits, destruction, hatred, pain. How love can heal and return one to such lofty heights as would not have been imaginable. How despite the cleansing waters of redemption which have flowed over a man he must yet repay the debts which he has incurred.
The Little Woman
A picture of my wife at work. She actually smiles like that most of the time. When I see her I often think of something I read in a book: Prov 31:10
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
14 She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
I hit upon a notion when playing EverQuest that I took with me to World of Warcraft. If you have to look at a character why not look at a good lookin’ woman as opposed to a guy? I later decided to take it a step further and say, “Why not make it MY good lookin’ woman?” So … I did.
I think that she looks allot like my wife and so I have dubbed her “The cutest Gnome in the World”. Naturally she gets embarrassed at this reference, but she has her own gnome and says that it is cuter than mine. Of course there are grounds to argue this point if for no other reason that to attempt to make points. Now we also have a couple of elves that we play together and we like to pattern them after the two wasps in the movie “Z”. Of course the elitist attitude and demeanor of the Blood Elves does not hurt this charade.
You will miss it when you can’t use it. Dad used to tell me things like this and of course I was so busy focusing on what would next exit my mouth I missed out on what had just entered my head. I suppose that it is like that for all of us when we are young. We, having not yet spent enough time developing complacency, have not yet endured the trials that foster patience.
Well here is a picture from the reception we held celebrating my son’s graduation from High School. My father was in attendance and, although it would be christmas time before I found out, this would be his last visit to my home. He died of cancer that December two days before Christmas. Although he and my mother had been divorced for many years she quietly took the news when the call came to me from Forrest Virginia and she went into the guest room and closed the door. She does not like to admit it but she was shaken over that end. I suppose that our lives are so much more than one event, but rather events add up and connect to sounds, smells and so forth to create slices of life. It is from within these slices that we all relive our past embracing what to us are small dreams of an existence that can be spoken of but never again embraced. Interesting it is that if the memory departs from us that it remains to another as similar yet a fragment all to itself unique and poignant.