Apparently, I always link a song in these posts. In that spirit, here is Little Richard singing “Tutti Frutti.” If you have never been alone in your car and let out a “WoooOOOoooo” I doubt your fundamental humanity.
I want to tell you about someone I think is an up and comer in the Fantasy genre. His name is Will Wight. My eccentric Viking friend Bryn demanded I read his work in the loud condescending manner she has where it’s implied everything she likes is good and everything I like is bad. It was $2.99, so I bought it mostly to make her be quiet.
I enjoyed House of Bladesso much so that I read it all in one sitting and am publicly willing to admit that I enjoyed even though someone will never ever let me live that fact down.
Will writes basic boiler-plate Fantasy. Sounds boring, right? I thought it sounded boring. It would be boring, except Will Wight executes it perfectly. It’s so remarkable you might miss it and think it’s ordinary. It is not. It’s like watching someone fold a shirt. You could tuck the shirt under your chin the way that I do (not really, but let’s pretend I can’t learn from internet videos) and then run your hands all over it, or you could watch this internet video and fold your shirt the beautiful way.
Will Wight writes boiler-plate Fantasy the beautiful way. I will be the first to admit this may not be for everyone (and really, you may not enjoy this if you don’t like this kind of story), but you cannot possibly deny that in terms of the Fantasy he is trying to create he is having enormous success.
From what I’ve seen of his website, his work seems to be self-published. So “blah blah blah blah” and “e-book revolution” and “down with the man.” The fact is, if you have to describe how a book was published to make it worth reading, it probably isn’t. I don’t care how Will Wight makes words appear in front of my face. If you like boiler-plate Fantasy stories, I recommend this one to you.
I’m up to 1k words on days I work, and 2k on days I don’t. I woke up at four o’clock this morning and banged out an outline for a story. I don’t really want to talk about specific plots, but I felt like I was chiseling it out with my teeth. I’ve been focused less on autobiographical stuff (aka, the stuff I write that people actually enjoy) lately but will probably get back to it shortly.
Someone found out I know how to do math. I withheld the fact that I taught high school Calculus while still in high school, but they still found out I can teach stuff. So now I have to help them do math. I remember how. I guess that’s nice?
I’ll take pictures of these next week (maybe) depending on how I feel, but I’ve been slowly progressing at my left-handed drawing. Today I drew a ship, a sea captain, and a sea serpent being attacked by dolphins and whales. It’s almost boring to write with my left-hand now as it hardly seems to take any effort.
I’ve been getting faster and faster but running shorter distances overall. This may be why my weight loss has leveled off. I’m not certain. From now on I’m going to make sure I run for at least 30 minutes a day before I do any kind of sprinting.
I am getting diminishing returns on the “awesome” feeling I get when I learn a new skill. For example, I fold a shirt in a new way, and I think “What’s the point of that? Really? When you think about it?”
But I am also running a lot, so I’m buoyed up by the endorphin rush. Yet the philosophical conundra remain.