Yes, I’m still alive. Whether that’s good news or not depends on who you are, I suppose, but the fact remains I’m still here. I’ve been offline for a bit and there are a few reasons for that, none of which will be interesting to any of you.
Yet, I’m going to lay them out now anyway and if you want to read it, remember – it’s YOUR fault it got jammed into your gray matter, not mine. You’ve been warned.
Sounds ominous, right? It’s not. It’s pretty simple.
I’ve been having too much fun offline to get online.
Also, I’ve done most of my blogging for the last year or so from work. I don’t do much from home except hang with the familials anymore. And that’s fine. I should have done that years ago instead of getting caught up in blogging when my kids were so little. And I had the time to do it, because I didn’t have this ridiculous thing called “day job”, but I also had no money to do anything with all that free time, so there’s that.
Yeah, so lately, I’ve been doing a lot of sitting around, thinking about my life. I’ve watched my son play a lot of Destiny since Christmas, and he’s still loving it as much – maybe even more – than he did the day he got it. (If you haven’t checked out Destiny‘s story, you should. It’s epic.)
So, last year was the year of Mass Effect and its awesomeness. This year might just be the year of Destiny, though it seems far more limited.
Just for reference, Destiny is an online first-person shooter game (FPS). We, of course, play on our new Xbox One system, affectionately known as the “Xbone.” See what we did there? Ha! Hilarious.
Anyway, you are an unnamed person referred to only as “Guardian” in the game. You are resurrected by a tiny floating robot called a ghost. (Sigh.) And the rest of the game, and then it’s expansion called The Taken King, are all about killing everything you can to achieve certain goals and flow through the “story missions.” And my son has been playing a lot of it since Christmas.
He’s taken three or four characters to the highest rank, and now he’s working on upgrading those characters to the highest extent possible, known in-game as increasing his “Light” number. He won’t be able to do that without first doing some really, really hard online multiplayer things, but he’s not quite ready for that yet. Those things involve talking online to strangers and working his way onto a fire team. He works up to things slowly and then does them when he feels completely ready to go, so he’s not there for this aspect yet. Yet.
And, my pretty little Princess has been playing the same game. She’s not at the skill level of big brother, of course, and there’s a sense of frustration and self-deprecating that occurs for that, but he’s always hovering, watching over her shoulder, ready to jump in and take the controller when she asks. (She’s only asked once, to her credit. And of course, he was happy to get the task done for her.) So I’ve spent a lot of my recent writing time hanging with video game players and just being there with them, present to them as much as I can be. And it has been so rewarding, so relaxing, so enjoyable.
I love writing. I really do. But it takes a dim, distant second place to my kids, and I don’t regret for a moment not writing while I’ve been spending time with them. I didn’t write over the holidays for the same reason. I will write again – sooner than later, I’d wager – but for now, this is peace. This is joy. It’s just not productive.
And I wouldn’t miss it for anything.
How’ve you all been?