Today is my pug Peanut’s 10th bday. I haven’t had her for 10 years, I got her I believe October 20th, 2004, but her birthday is 5/25/2004. Which also means she was born on the 27th anniversary of the day Star Wars was released. This was totally random and I didn’t even realize it for the first year or so I had her.
When I was growing up I loved video games. I played Nintendo and Super Nintendo like my life depended on it. It’s what kids did back then. You’d have people over to play Nintendo games. On the playground you were cool if you knew the code (Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, B, A). That was before it was on t-shirts sold at Hot Topic. Literally knowing that code improved your social status, at least for awhlie. I still have the code for Mike Tyson memorized – 007 373 5963 – for 2 days I could eat at the cool kids lunch table. I remember having a kid over to play Legend of Zelda with me just so I could learn more secrets and how to get the raft and the ladder.
It probably all started when I was really little when my parents got Intellivision for me on my 2nd or 3rd bday I think. I loved it. I would play Scooby Doo (the music would scare me), Burger Time, Frogger was my favorite, and the last game I really remember playing Diner – the sequel to Burger Time – where you ran around kicking meatballs into soccer type goals. I loved that game. (In fact I’m going to download an emulator and try to find it later). The only time the Chicago Bears have won the Super Bowl I know exactly where I was. Playing Intellivision with my brother and next door neighbor in my porch while my parents hosted a big party in our basement.
I don’t fancy myself a writer. I don’t particularly like writing either. But I do want to tell stories. And as of right now writing is the best way to get stories out of your head and into the world.
I’ve worked with a lot of people who claim to be writers. But they never write and when they do it usually is not good. The idea of being a writer sounds cool. But really I think it just excuses people from the responsibility of actually producing something worth while. Most times people are not willing to put the time in to make something good, or just simply don’t understand conflict and good compelling story telling. So…