Wednesday, January 04, 2017

And The Argument Continues...

This was actually during that time when I was writing the bike scene for my WattPad story "My Heart is Yours". So this was what happened between me and my Muse that night...


I was happily typing out the chapter about the bike ride when suddenly, the scene changes in my mind. I was taken aback, the scene in my head right now is two chapters in the future...

"What the?" I said and looked around to find my muse smiling at me.

"That scene is nice right?" She mused. "It would be the perfect ending for your book one before the fast forward scenes on the next arc!"

I let out a huge sigh and looked at her, "that's all well and good Muse but I need to finish the bike ride scene and the scene after that. I can't use this. Not yet."

"But it's a good scene!"

"It is!" I exclaimed. "But we can't go there yet without the bike ride scene!"

"But it's fluffy."

"I need the fluff," I said in an exasperated tone. "Especially with that scene you just showed me. Fluff is important too."

"How important?" She asked, her arms crossed on her chest and raised her eyebrows in question.

"Important enough to tell you that there's a jar of Maltesers in the crisper with your name on it."

She cautiously looked at me and inched her way to the personal ref in my room.

"You have a ref magnet of Alden Richards?" My Muse inquired looking curiously at the bedimpled boy stuck on my ref.

"It was part of the package when I bought his album," I shrugged. "It also comes with a signed post card, see?"

I pointed on the cork board on the wall that I'm facing. She took the jar of Maltesers from my ref and walked the small distance towards me, checking out the post card. While chewing on the chocolates and staring at the post card some more she gave a contented sigh. If it was for the chocolates of the pictures, I was not sure. But she tapped me on the shoulder and the DVD player in my heard started again, with the bike scene that I so desperately want to finish.

"Thank you," I said as I started typing again.

"You're lucky the Maltesers are good."

I smiled inspite of myself.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Naming Game

(Credits to: Order of the Stick for the image http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots1030.html)

One of the best yet the funniest moments while playing Table Top RPG is what my friends and I call "The Naming Game".  We've played a bunch of RPG systems from DND type, GURPS and of course, our favorite the White Wolf and all of them gives us the freedom to name people, places, weapons, things, fighting style, etc. There are those moments when it was easy to name something as it would be pretty obvious.  Other times, it's really hard, there were moment of discussion that sometimes becomes a heated debate followed by voting on the best name.

We've enjoyed "The Name Game" so much that it was our go-to side game whenever the campaign is taking too long for an episode to finish, or a debate on an action that has both GM and player reach a stalemate.

My favorite Name Game moment was that time we've actually called a place "The Plateau of Sunken Meat". It was a location that my GM have so vividly described for us.  The place was so full of fictional history and culture with dazzling stories of battles in the location, a story of love found and lost, a poetry of nature and man in perfect harmony.  He narrated it with such detail and clarity, all of us would just close our eyes and we could see the place as if it was really there.  But when we asked what the name of the place was, he just stared at us blankly and said that he didn't think of a name for the place yet.

It was the biggest mistake on our GM's part of not naming the place.  The un-named location was the placed in our Name Game pool and already discussions were being done.  Name suggestions were voiced out by the members and the debate started, putting our main campaign aside so that we can have a go at naming the sacred place our GM described.

The discussion lasted until there were only two names: The Land of the Moss and The Plateau of Sunken Meat.  I really forgot how the two-name givers gave their spiel on why their name should be chosen. But I remember thinking that "The Land of The Moss" was so similar to "The Land of the Lost" that I personally voted for "The Plateau of Sunken Meat" mainly because it sounded unique.

For whatever reason. Maybe it was also the same reason for the others, we've voted for the Plateau and the name won and stuck and still after so many years of playing the same campaign, we still go back to that majestic location of epic battles and deep seated lore with the funny name. 

Friday, December 02, 2016

The Conversation Continues...

This happened sometime in September. Again, I was trying to continue with my Fanfic "My Heart Is Yours". I think I was again writing a particular scene when all of a sudden, the DVD player in my mind changed scenes, giving me something that I would be using in future chapters...It was very late at night so I was tired but my mind was still awake with the story...

Here's how the conversation went...

"I don't need that yet!"

"But it's a good scene to put in!" My muse argued.

"I didn't say it wasn't a good scene," I explained. "But it's a good flashback scene. One I will be able to use in the next couple of chapters. But what I need right now is a bridge so that I can combine the future chapters to this one."

My Muse huffed sending her bangs flying off a bit before resting once again on her forehead. Brows furrowed, eyes half-closed in slits, she came near me and leaned her face very close to mine that our nose were almost touching.

"You're not making this easy on me," she stated.

"We've been through worse," I replied.

"Would you like to change stories for a bit?" She suddenly said with her eyes twinkling as an idea formed in her head. "I have this great scene for LMX!"

"Seriously?!?" I exclaimed exasperated. "We've shelved LMX since 2009! Now you want me to unshelf it? We still have Voltron to finish, mind you. That's been two years in the making! Not to mention Jake Madison which has been shelved far longer than LMX! And don't forget the two Ragnarok stories that we haven't finished as well."

"Okay," she answered trying to appease me. "What about a one shot? You've been wondering how DJ Bae met DJ Mae right?"

"Can't we focus on 'My Heart Is Yours'?" I looked at her with pleading eyes. Yup, the vacation did gave her new ideas...but she clearly needed to focus on one project at a time or I won't be finished with any of my stories.

She sighed and sat next to me. She extended her arms and gave me a tight hug that gave me a bit of comfort. She knows I complain a lot but she never did leave me. Of that I was really grateful for.

"Focus," she just said.

"Yup," I replied. "Focus."

"I'll try."

"Try not," I remarked. "Do or do not. There is no try."

She giggled and replied, "Yes, Master Yoda."

"Come on," I said. "Let's get to work."

"You need to get some sleep first."

Friday, November 25, 2016

Conversation With My Muse

Whenever I write, inspiration usually hit me in odd moments.  Sometimes, it's the commute going to work or going home.  Sometimes, it's a first thought when I wake up in the moment.  Other times, the ideas would pop in my head when I'm about to fall asleep.  Ideas come and go.  Stories are being played in what I call the "DVD player in my mind".  And I credit it all to my Muse.

I just call her that, my Muse.  She doesn't have a name and her face keeps changing every so often that it's getting a little confusing. But like the Greek goddesses of old, she would be in a white toga-like dress draped fashionably around her body.  She would pop in my room unannounced and would urge me to write this story that she placed in my head.  Most of the time I do, but there are those moments when she would be too excited with the story that we're writing and she would jump scenes. This was one of those moments.

It happened back in September...

"We're not there yet," I said to her with exasperation in my voice.

"But it's the good part!" She answered, insisting that I write the scene down.

"But we've barely written the getting-to-know-each-other part!" I replied. "And now you want me to write a part where they've established a deep friendship?"

"But the getting-to-know-each-other part is boring!"

"It's essential!

"It's still boring!"

I let out a huge sigh and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Dear Muse," I tried to explain again. "I need to establish a deep connection. Without that deep connection, your scene will be useless. I need that connection. That connection is important. So come on! Work with me here!"

She gave a huff and walked about the room with her arms crossed. Three paces forward, three paces back. Yup my room is that small but she managed to let out steam in the cramped space that we share.

Finally she stopped and faced me.

"Fine!" She said. "Let me think about it first. I'll find a way to make your so-called 'deep connection' less boring."

I could only smile as she disappeared. Another small victory I won against my Muse.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

This Never Gets Old...

Ahh...The good ol' days of Table Top RPG.

Since my gaming group have scattered around the globe, we usually try to schedule a campaign when everyone is more or less awake and available to play.  It usually rarely happens nowadays with life getting in the way of things, but those few precious moments when all of us are together on Group Video Call on Skype it's always a riot.

Kinda like this incident:

While we were on a mission and currently OOC (Out of Character) I was clearing things up with my GM. 

"My Acute Sensory Prana is always activated," I explained. "I have a -1 on my permanent essence for it. You approved of it since day one!"

Clearly we have been on this campaign for years now that my GM forgets these small details of character builds.

"Fine!" He exclaimed and continued on with the campaign. "You were already in the clearing but you looked back because your senses picked up movement behind you. You looked back and beyond the woods, you saw a silhouette of a man."

"A silhouette?" I inquired, one eyebrow raised in question.

"Of a man?" Added my friend who was listening in the conversation.

"Tell me GM," asked another. "How big is this man that Wolf saw in the woods."

"Since he's farther out," explained the GM clearly oblivious to where this was heading. "So she sees a somewhat small man."

"So," I said. "I see a little silhouette of a man..."

"Yeeessss?" Our GM answered a little bit apprehensive.

I suddenly burst into song that was followed by the others: "I see a little silhouette of a man!"

"Scatta moushe...scatta moushe...would you do the pandango!"

"Thunder bolt and lightning! Very very frightening please!"

"Galileo!"

"Galileo!"

"Galileo!"

"Galileo Figaro!"

"MAGNIFICO!!!"

Honestly, this wasn't the first time that he fell for that. But he always, always, always fell for it and it was hilarious each and every time!

Miss these guys. Oh well...until next campaign session.