My new YouTube game play series of Star Trek online.
Another November has past and I totally didn’t get any writing done. I can think of ideas all day and the moment I sit down to write, I can’t do it. Things like this entry took more time then it should. With this being the holiday season it means I taking long to do anything.
Well, anyway …. Universe building. It’s hard. I spent years coming up with a concept that’s easy, but coming up supporting characters that live, breath and have dreams that’s annoying.
In the meantime, my thoughts have ran away from me. I’ll be back when I have a coherent thought.
Once again I’m preparing to write that novel next month. Let’s see if I can do it this time.
Your ship slowly travels through the asteroid field. Hearing the small tings of the micro asteroids bounce off the hull sound a little disconcerting. Normally, You wouldn’t fly this slow but your passenger was very insistent about it. After a few minutes the computer begins beeping “Incoming Message”.
“Hello,” a commanding yet comforting voice pops over the speaker, “Frigate 492, prepare for ship to ship docking.”
The team shoot glances at each other as Avery checks the sensors.
“There’s nothing on the screen.” Avery says as the airlock seals.
“Looks like my ride is here,” your passenger states, “I thank you for the save. By the way I’m not with the Commonwealth. I can’t tell you who I work for, but I will repay you for your help.”
As she steps through the airlock, she nods a thanks.
The other ship disengages itself from the ship. You look the windows and you see an odd shape ship vanish.
Today, I was sitting eating dinner and I heard a song. This song was an old song from the 80’s but that wasn’t the point. In my life I rarely remember good things that have happened. I guess that’s a thing that everybody does (why therapy is so popular). As I heard the song, I was stuck in time, a feeling of a good past event came to me. But I couldn’t remember the event. I just know it was a good thing. I wonder if that happens to other people? Oh well, just a random thought.
Ramble Ramble Ramble, It’s been sometime, so Ramble Ramble Ramble.
Episode 2 is in the books, went surprisingly well. 5 players (1 was a 12 year old boy with a.d.d.) completed the game session in 4 hours. Combat takes to long in this system. The bookends of the adventure worked out okay, they just needed to be fleshed out more. This is what make me realize what I need to work on. The opener really need to grab them and the closer needs to have a good pay off. Well the game is down for three weeks so I should have enough time to retool Phantoms’s planet, which is a major plot point in this series.
Here we are again, it’s been a while a lot has happened since my last ramble. Well, let’s skip that for now. Here I am less than 24 hours till my next gaming session and my last idea kinda sucks. As I write this post I’m watching Luther, a show I’ve seen too many times. Waiting for something to hit me. I work better on my feet, but now a days that’s not going to cut it. It’s annoying having writer block.
Flaming wreckage rained down across the planet’s surface. The impact gel began to drain from the escape pod. Michael could see the ship breaking apart in the atmosphere through the haze. As the fluid drained past his ears, he heard the sound of the soft computer voice informing him not to panic. His mind began to race.
“What the hell happened?”
“I was in the engine room and Jackson gave the order to abandon ship”, he recalled. “Someone said something about pirates, but out this far.”
The computer voice said something about the atmosphere being breathable. The gel completely drained, allowing the hatch of the escape pod to open. Michael grabbed the pod’s survival gear with one hand and pulled himself out of the pod with the other. He exited into a sprawling jungle.
“Remember your survival training,” Michael thought, “If I can find the cargo they’ll send help to retrieve that and maybe I can get off this rock.”
Someday I’ll remember that I need to create a creative post. I working to try and post once a week as a exercise in writing. Right now, I’m in the middle of preparing a new season of a RPG and it doesn’t help that my mother pasted away a few days ago. Until the next time.