One of the coolest things about working at a liquor store is that in order to better sell our products, we sometimes have to taste them—I know so horrible right? But really, tasting and learning about new products is so interesting to me and I’m really enjoying it. However, it does sort of make me a little nervous. In all honesty I don’t have the most refined palate. I’m trying, but you can tell me a wine has hints of cherry or notes of oak or whatever all you like I still just taste wine. I mean I can tell the difference between two different wines side by side but my descriptors for them really only go as far as I like it or I don’t or I’d drink it if someone offered me some but I wouldn’t go out of my way for it. I’m good at that; at knowing what I like and what I don’t…unfortunately my face is also very good at it. I have no poker face whatsoever when I taste something I don’t like. I like to think that with my job being what it is that I’m getting better at controlling it but I still find myself nervous whenever I go to taste something new, worried that if I don’t like it I’ll make a horrible—and horribly rude—face at the vendor that’s running the tasting. So, when my managers invited me to join them for a high-end tequila tasting with a vendor the other day I wanted to turn and run in the other direction.
Look, I’ll usually try almost anything once, even if I know I won’t like it. For instance whiskey and bourbon; I have yet to taste any that I like so I know if you put one in front of me I’ll probably hate it but I’ll still try it. But tequila? Tequila is another animal entirely. The first time I ever had tequila was at my college roommate’s 21st birthday party. She had a bartender friend making cocktails that night. My first drink of the night was a vodka mixed drink of some sort. My second drink was a tequila sunrise. Two sips into the tequila sunrise and not even feeling the effects of the first drink yet, I suddenly found myself shoving the drink into one of my friend’s hands and running to the bathroom to throw up. It could have been any number of things, I know that, it could have been bad orange juice, it could have been something I ate earlier, or even the vodka drink I had before, but ever since that night just the smell of tequila makes my stomach turn. So yeah, being asked to join a tequila tasting was, frankly, terrifying. But then, as the very kind vendor running the tasting pointed out when I warned her that I was not a tequila drinker, there is a difference between the most likely very cheap tequila I had at that party and the high-end and high-quality stuff she was representing.
Don’t get me wrong I will never like it, but that tasting completely changed the way I look at tequila. I didn’t like it, but neither did I feel the urge to throw up or even spit it out. Since then I’ve been able to join in on another tasting for a much less high-end tequila—but still probably leagues better than whatever was in that tequila sunrise—without fear and while I liked that tequila even less than the first one I feel like I’ve gotten to a place where I can approach tequila the same way I approach whiskey—will I like it? Probably not. Can I still learn from it and appreciate it for what it is? Hopefully.
Hey all, it’s been a long time! I’ve been busy working full time at a local liquor store—in fact I just hit my one year mark there a couple of weeks ago, which now that I think about it tells me just how long its been since I’ve posted here…oops. It isn’t something I ever imagined myself doing but I’m enjoying it; I’m learning a lot and I love the people I work with. Really, I’m considering myself blessed right now, liquor stores are considered essential in Tennessee and I’m lucky enough to have a secure job in this crazy and precarious time. Hopefully you’re all staying safe and doing well too.
2020 hasn’t been very kind outside of work. Back in January I had to say goodbye to my eighteen-year-old cat Shadow. Shadow was my first cat and he’s been part of my family for most of my life. He was a grouchy old man and up until a year or so ago we were never as close as I would’ve liked—I was an annoying kid to him when we met and I think it took him (and me) a while to outgrow that image of me. But he was a good, gentle boy who loved face and belly scratches and his family—even me in his own way. He especially loved his brother Rascal and I know Rascal misses him every day. Rascal, my best friend in the entire world, isn’t doing very well since his brother died. He’s always had health issues; including being born with only one functioning kidney, and after his big scare a year and a half ago his health has been nothing but ups and downs. More downs lately than ups. I’m not sure how much time I have left with him before he goes to be with Shadow but I’m doing my best to make the most of what we’re given.
I guess that’s all any of us can do. Stay safe y’all.
Last night I went to a board game night up in Nashville. This monthly gathering of game enthusiasts is something I’ve been enjoying for a while now. I’ve always loved board games but I’ve never really had anyone to play with so it’s a hobby that I’ve never had a chance to explore until now. Going to these public game nights has been amazing and it’s given me a chance to discover a ton of new games and meet new people. Last month, for instance, I learned how to play a game called Small World—a fun and lighthearted game of world conquest with fantasy races like ghouls and orcs and amazons—and subsequently got invited to play another new game called Bang! with a small group of people the following night.
Bang! was super fun, it’s a spaghetti western shoot out card game where one person is the sheriff, one person is the deputy, one person is a renegade and everyone else are outlaws. The sheriff and the deputy want to kill all the outlaws, the outlaws want to kill the sheriff, and the renegade wants to outlive everyone. The catch? With the exception of the sheriff, everyone’s identities are kept secret. I played the sheriff and I did pretty well—even after my deputy died and it was me against two outlaws and the renegade—I had a lot of cards helping me avoid damage from the outlaws…but there wasn’t much I could do about the stick of dynamite that blew up in my face, winning the game for the outlaws.
One of my favorite games right now is a game called Villainous where you play as a Disney villain trying to successfully complete your evil scheme before the other players—even if you have to sabotage them in order to win. Villainous comes with six different villains you can play as—Maleficent, Captain Hook, Prince John, the Queen of Hearts, Ursula, and Jafar—each with their own objective and unique gameplay, and the Wicked to the Core expansion adds Dr. Facilier, the Evil Queen, and Hades to the mix as well. I’ve had the opportunity to play as Maleficent, Captain Hook, the Queen of Hearts and Dr. Facilier so far and while Maleficent’s gameplay is a little too simplistic for my tastes, I had a blast trying to defeat Peter Pan on the Jolly Roger as Captain Hook and playing a game of wonderland croquet as the Queen of Hearts. I’m not sure what I think about Dr. Facilier’s gameplay. I played him for the first time last night and he definitely has the most unique gameplay of the lot, which makes him fun to play, but he also seemed to be very easily sabotaged by his fate deck. I got close to winning twice only for another player to play a card from my fate deck that derailed my ability to win by several rounds. Yes that’s the entire point of the fate deck but then Ursula’s fate deck seemed to be completely incapable of stopping her from winning once she’s set to win on her next turn (Ursula can only win at the start of her turn). That being said my friend played as Prince John last night and immediately had three fate cards played against him that seemed to make it impossible for him to win right off the bat so maybe the problem is with Ursula’s deck not Facilier’s.
I could spend pages and pages talking about all the fun games I’ve been playing, but suffice to say, game night has quickly become the highlight of my month and I’m already counting the days till the next one. Do you guys play any board games? If so, what are some of your favorites? I’m always eager to discover new games and would love some suggestions!
Hey all, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything; life has been getting in the way a little bit. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. I’d like to blame it on the fact that I had a full-time contract job from August through November. Or how—in what were some of the worst weeks of my life—I nearly lost my best fuzzy friend in the world when my cat got really sick (something I’ve tried probably a dozen times to write about since but can’t quite find the words I need). I’ve got excuses up the wazoo about the holidays, and housework, and hobbies, and non-stop job hunting. But after spending the entire day staring at a blank page I have to acknowledge the fact that while all those things are certainly contributing factors, the real problem is that my heart simply hasn’t been in it lately.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I haven’t wanted to write for this blog, it’s that every time I sit down to post something I either end up staring at a blank page for hours and hours until I give up or if I do manage to put words on the page they all sound wrong. It looks and sounds like writer’s block but it feels more like a motivation issue than a lack of ideas. If writer’s block is like beating my head against a wall until something comes to me, this is like a candle that’s been blown out. One feels like an external issue, the other an internal one. Fortunately, this problem seems to be restricted to this particular medium and hasn’t affected the novel—which is plodding along steadily. Still, it’s a troubling issue and one I’m not sure how to resolve. I’m hoping by posting this I’ll spark something or at the very least lay the groundwork for getting back into the habit of blogging.
All this to say, I’m sorry for the prolonged absence and with a little patience and a lot of luck I hope to get this blog back up and running again soon.
It’s been about a year since I moved to Nashville from California and about six months since I started the Town Line Tuesday segment on this blog. I created Town Line Tuesdays in order to hold myself accountable for finishing my novel and I wanted to use this landmark to look at how far I’ve come in these six months.
Sometimes it’s easy to feel like I’m standing still, like I haven’t made any progress at all. But in the time since I’ve started Town Line Tuesdays I’ve kept up with my weekly writing sessions at a local coffee shop, I’ve worked out a solution to the flashback problem I’d been having, and, best of all, I’ve hit (and passed) the 100 page mark. So, overall, I feel like this blog segment has been doing a good job of keeping me focused and motivated. At least as far as the novel goes anyway. As far as this blog goes–both the Town Line Tuesday Segment and the blog as a whole–however, I feel like in addition to the struggle to come up with new content for this segment, my focus on Town Line Tuesday has gotten in the way of content creation for the rest of the blog a bit and I haven’t really done a great job of keeping up with either side of the blog lately either. All that to say that while Town Line Tuesdays have been a big help with the novel, I think for the sake of this blog, reducing Town Line Tuesday updates to twice a month and, in exchange, increasing the amount of regular content on the blog–meaning more book and movie reviews, more daily life stuff, and possibly more short fiction–is the best thing to do at this point in time. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this dry spell, y’all are great!
Last week, my friend Jake taught me how to play the Pokémon Trading Card Game. I know, I know, how can a self-proclaimed obsessed fan of Pokémon not know how to play the TCG? Don’t get me wrong, I do have a decent collection of Pokémon cards in a binder on my bookshelf at home but it’s exactly that, a collection–meant to look at and feel nostalgic not meant for playing purposes. Fun fact about me, never get me started on collecting anything, I will lose all impulse control and it will be a problem. Case in point, my collection of more than 100 Funko Pop figures currently packed away in a box somewhere because there simply isn’t space for all of them in my room right now. Anyway, the point is that no, I’ve never played the actual trading card game–although my friend Vicki and I used to make up our own rules for the game in elementary school because we thought the real way was too complicated…but I guess that probably doesn’t count.
Turns out the real game wasn’t nearly as complicated as I remember but then again I’m not ten anymore either. That’s not to say the game went well, however. I lost. Badly. We played three or four games and I couldn’t even come sort of close to beating Jake in any of them. He obliterated me. It was embarrassing. Now, I don’t consider myself a competitive person because while I always try my best to win, losing almost never bothers me. But this? this irked me. Maybe it’s because I see myself as something of a Pokémon expert and losing so badly felt a little like being exposed as an imposter. But it’s not like I’m all that competitive in Pokémon either, I enjoy the games for the collecting aspect and for the story I don’t take part in the online competitive battles so while I consider myself an expert I have no illusions of being–as Ash Ketchum would call it–a Pokémon Master as far as battling or strategy go. Still, losing to Jake bothered me. So I went home and downloaded the TCG app onto my iPad in order to hone my skills and prepare myself for a rematch I refused to lose. I’m proud to say that my training–combined with an entirely different deck–paid off big time. I won each of the three rematch games. As silly as it sounds, it was a win I really needed. It felt good to be reminded that sometimes you just need to get up when you fall and make sure you come back stronger than you were.
(Photo credit to my dad @kenhammond on Instagram)
It probably comes as no shock to you at this point that I am a major animal lover. Fuzzy, feathered, or scaly it doesn’t matter, I adore them all–to the point where for most of my childhood I wanted to be a vet or a dolphin trainer or a zookeeper–so the Nashville Zoo is something I’ve been wanting to do since we moved here in July but I haven’t had the chance until now. The past couple weeks my grandparents have been visiting from California which means we’ve been taking them on the usual Nashville tourist haunts: Civil War sites, Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, the Parthenon and, my favorite, the Nashville Zoo. Of course, being from SoCal, I’ve grown up with some pretty amazing zoos such as the San Diego Zoo, San Diego Wild Animal Park, and LA Zoo, and while the Nashville Zoo was nowhere near as big as those and didn’t have nearly as many different animals–big cats are my favorites so I was a little disappointed that all the Nashville Zoo had were clouded leopards that I didn’t get to see because they weren’t out when I was there, and a couple cougars–it was still a really neat little zoo. My favorite animal that they had there (that I actually got to see anyway) were the red pandas. They were so fluffy and adorable and I’ve never wanted to sneak into an exhibit and steal an animal (or at least play with them till security dragged me away kicking and screaming) more in my life…I resisted the urge, obviously, pretty sure you’d have seen me on the news if I hadn’t. Still, they were beyond cute. My favorite experience, however, was definitely the kangaroo exhibit. Any exhibit where I get to touch a fuzzy animal is going to be an instant favorite for me so the kangaroo exhibit at the Nashville Zoo where you’re allowed to touch the roo’s (so long as they’re within reach of the path you have to stay on) won me over pretty quick. I mean I can now say I’ve pet a kangaroo–which was so much softer than I expected btw–how cool is that! Now if I can just find a zoo that’ll let me pet a red panda…
Hey everyone, I hope you all had a good holiday weekend–assuming you’re in the US of course. My grandparents have been in town the last couple weeks so I haven’t had a chance to post anything for a while. I’ve also been struggling with a bit of writer’s block as far as this blog is concerned, particularly Town Line Tuesdays. It’s not because I’ve hit a roadblock with the novel–to the contrary, I feel like I’ve actually been moving forward with that pretty well lately–but as I feared when I started this segment on the blog, I’m having trouble coming up with topics that aren’t too spoiler-y which is why updates haven’t been as regular as I’d like. That being said, if anyone has any suggestions or requests for writing and/or novel related topics you’d like to see featured here please leave a comment, I’d greatly appreciate it. In the meantime, having family in town for two weeks means I’ve got material for at least one non-novel-related post later this week and, regardless of whether or not I get any replies I’ll hopefully have an actual post for next week’s Town Line Tuesday. Thanks for your patience and support, y’all are great.
So last weekend my parents and I went to the Nashville Exotic Pet Expo because we wanted to look at hedgehogs. I’ve been to Pet Expos back when we lived in California but I’d never been to an exotic pet show before and it was so cool! There were so many different and amazing animals, some of them I got to touch and others I just got to look at, some were for sale and others were just being shown off by their proud pet parents. I tried to take a lot of pictures but I couldn’t get pictures of everything. There were a bunch of snakes and a ton of lizards including iguanas and chameleons and some amphibians like frogs and axolotls. On the more fuzzy and cuddly side of things there were the expected animals like bunnies and hedgehogs and sugar gliders but also some crazy things like a baby fennec fox, monkeys, baby ring-tailed lemurs, and cutest of all a baby coatimundi–a South American cousin of the raccoon that I’m glad wasn’t for sale because I’m pretty sure all three of us would’ve had a really hard time not buying it. We went in search of hedgehogs because I’ve wanted one for a while now–and I even got to hold a baby hedgehog it was so tiny and shy!–but as an animal lover the entire show was just a really cool experience and I wanted to take home pretty much every animal I saw. Although I went in thinking I wanted a hedgehog, my favorite animals at the show–other than the coati–actually ended up being the sugar gliders. They were so cute and soft and the ones at this one booth just wanted to climb all over their people and sleep in their shirts and pockets and while I definitely need to do some serious research first, the people at the booth made them seem like great, loving pets. I wonder what the cats would think.
Magic and technology, kingdoms and queendoms and distant planets, alternate universes and mysterious galaxies, magical creatures and alien races, to name but a few of all the little pieces that go into building elaborate fantasy and sci-fi worlds. World-building is a key part of writing fantasy and sci-fi, it’s a fun and creative process but also a necessary one—even magic worlds of make-believe need some sort of rules and structure, without them you’ve got nothing but chaos and your readers won’t be able to follow what’s going on let alone suspend disbelief the way they should. Still, while world-building is a lot of fun when it’s all in my head—seriously I could spend all day lost in imagining worlds of my own design—I’ve found that getting it onto the page is…less fun. The problem with putting the world-building on the page is that it, by very definition, needs to be done through exposition (the placement of often very wordy explanations of important background information into a story) and honestly, I don’t much like reading exposition let alone writing it. Don’t get me wrong, exposition, while annoying, is very important and I do actually find its contents interesting (most of the time anyway) it just has a way of completely bogging down the story.
I’m currently reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline and let me tell you, the first six chapters were a pain to get through. The prologue explaining the contest was one thing, it set up the premise of the story nicely and it was all necessary information at that point in the narrative. The next six chapters however…well as interesting as I find the OASIS and I have to admit the background about Halliday is certainly necessary for Parzival’s solving of the puzzles but nothing happens in those six chapters. Parzival goes to school and does almost nothing there and the rest of the sixty-odd pages are nothing but exposition. Maybe it’s just me but personally I’d prefer the author trust the reader a little more to figure out what’s going on through context and small bits of exposition spaced out throughout the novel and interspersed with action rather than dumping everything on us all at once at the start of the story. Maybe you like your world-building all at once at the beginning of a book because when you’re finished, once you’ve earned the action after slogging through all the background muck, you at least know what’s going on and you can sit back and enjoy the ride. But I’ve got to say, I actually don’t mind being somewhat confused at the start of the book, I relish figuring things out on my own and the twists and turns in the plot that slowly reveal the secrets of the world I’m immersed in keep me coming back for more when pages upon pages of exposition exhaust me to the point of wanting to walk a way rather than keep trudging forward.
This reading preference really shows itself in my writing, I like to play things close to the vest, revealing things only when the plot demands it. Sometimes this dislike of heavy exposition and descriptive language works to my disadvantage as I sometimes struggle with making sure scenes are as descriptive as they need to be but it’s something I am constantly working on. As for world-building in The Demon of New Salem, since the novel takes place in our world—albeit our world with magic—the primary pieces I have to worry about building are my fictional town of New Salem, creating lore for the Supernaturals, and of course creating a system of magic and rules for how magic works and doesn’t work—which is what I am currently trying to work out during my writing sessions at my local coffee shop. It’s funny how given that magic is something that doesn’t exist, and can therefore theoretically operate any way I want it to, has me spending quite a bit of time researching… I’m sure my Google search history from my last writing session looks like that of a novice Wicca. Unfortunately, since magic isn’t real, it hasn’t been super helpful, but at least it helps to get some idea as to what plants and incantations supposedly do what so I have a place to jump off from when creating my system. Now to figure out how to put the pieces I have worked out to paper without falling into the trap of wordy and complicated exposition. It’s all about balance I suppose.