I Might Be Story Obsessed


One of the things I’ve been doing to stay connected and social with my friends while we’re all trying to practice good social distancing, is playing Final Fantasy XIV Online.  For those not familiar this is the MMORPG in the Final Fantasy lineup.  (That’s a Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, for those not familiar with the string of letters.)

This is a game my husband has been playing for about a year, that he got one of our other friends into about six months ago, and that was suggested when we were all looking for an RPG to play together.  All told there’s about seven of us trying it out.  We started on the free trial (which is pretty expansive really), and there have been some deals since then, so some of us have upgraded to paid accounts, but that’s all a bit beside the point I started out with.

So, I might be a little story obsessed…

Like most MMORPGs, this one is based around individual quests, leveling up your character and gear, and some group dungeons/events/quests/battles/raids (or whatever the game calls them).  What seems to make this game slightly different is that there is a main story, with it’s own set of quests that tell a cohesive story, and all the other quests are a complement to that (and entirely optional).  The other things that makes this game different is that one character can have as many classes/jobs as you feel like spending time to earn levels in.  This includes combat classes/jobs (your standard healer, tank, and DPS (damage per second) style roles seen in most RPGs) as well as gathering and crafting classes that let you collect materials and then make them into useful gear or items.  Being able to do all of them on a single character is what I haven’t seen in very many other games, though my experience is limited.

So there’s the main story quests, telling a story about your character moving through this world.  Then there are all the side quests.  Each of these tells a mini story about somewhere you are or a character you’re interacting with.  I’ve found myself obsessively picking up and completing every quest possible.  The smaller quests give richness and depth to the area I’m in and add complexity to the main story as I get to know the side characters (sometimes very far to the side indeed) around the main story.

This seems to either amuse or frustrate the friends I’m playing with.  Some of them have had less time to devote to the game, and thus aren’t as far along.  They’re still playing and I hope enjoying the game, and we’re all able to jump in and help them with their next story dungeon (the game automatically levels everyone down to match the difficulty of the dungeon), or answer questions about interface or where to find that one person in some back room of an inn who on the map looks like they’re on the hill behind it.  (Okay, so the getting lost part may be mostly me projecting, but wow is it hard to find people sometimes.)

One of my friends is a little ahead of me in the main story, and as she approached level fifty content (and the end of the base game) she said she was going to wait for me to catch up.  A side-quest heavy evening and then an evening reading instead of gaming means she broke down and went into that level fifty dungeon on her own.  Which is fine.  She’ll come back and do it again with me when I get there, and that’s what matters.  She’s having fun and flying ahead, and I’m having fun and goofing around and taking forever.  We’re both enjoying the game in our own way, which is what’s important.

I find it interesting that even when I’m playing a video game, it’s the story that matters to me more than anything else.  My level and equipment and all that is secondary.  It shows how important stories are to me.  To steal a NaNoWriMo saying, “Stories Matter.”  And to me, they often matter more than anything else.  That’s certainly reflected in how I spend my time.

Have you been finding stories in interesting and unexpected places?  Or finding creative ways to keep in contact with friends while social distancing?  I’d love to hear about either or both.

Life in a Time of Pandemic: Silver Linings


Well, I’m in week ten of stay-at-home conditions.  My state is slowly beginning to open up a bit again and my university is planning for a students-on-campus as open as possible fall semester.

I’m trying to find all the silver linings.  Because it’s been a stressful last few weeks and I’m starting to feel the strain.  So I’m just going to list some of the silver linings I’m finding in a world that feels full or rain and storm clouds right now.

  1. While it may be raining and dreary, it’s also in the 60s during the day in the third week of May, which is weird for NC.
  2. I get to take short breaks at work to pet my cats and hug my husband.
  3. I still get to hang out with my friends and chat and play games fairly frequently. They’re just different games and the chat is over the internet.
  4. I have a standing desk at home now.
  5. I have the kind of friends who send gifts of appreciation to our other friends working at grocery stores.
  6. There has been a lot of delicious homemade food in my house since this began.
  7. My local pizza place is still doing carry out orders, and the pizza freezes well for oven-baked reheating.
  8. I’ve been playing an MMORPG with friends and my husband, and he was so happy about it when we started he was literally skipping through the apartment.

There are many more, but those are the ones that are coming to mind at the moment.  I just wanted to take some time this week to appreciate the good in all this.  I hope you can find some good in it as well.

Stay safe, healthy, and well.

Image Prompt 064 – Plans for the Winter


I chose the image of the shop at the Carolina Renaissance Festival for my sprint this week.  It started out as the usual twenty-minutes, but then the idea sort of got away from me, so this is a bit longer than usual, and might be the spark of a new book idea.  We’ll see how that part goes.

Plans for the Winter:

Garret double checked the displays one last time as he heard the opening cannon fire from the front of the festival grounds.  It was the last day of the renaissance festival as well as the last day of the season.  It had been a pretty good year.  The shop had done well at all the fairs and festivals they’d gone to, and there hadn’t been any extra health issues for his mom.

“Do we need to pull out anything from the back?” his mother asked as she came in from sweeping the porch of the little house their shop was set up in.

“I think we’ll be good until lunch,” Garret replied.  They didn’t usually get quite as many customers on the last few days.  Folks tended to save up for the bigger items on final day when vendors would sometimes give additional discounts.  Garret and his mother sold jewelry and a few little decorative things, so they usually did more sales at the beginning.

Garrett heard boots on the porch, so he made sure he had his hat on and a smile on his face.

“Good mornin’” came a cheery male voice Garret recognized.

“Good morning to ya,” his mother replied, smiling brightly at Toby, one of the festivals most loved performers.

“Morning,” Garret said softly.  Toby was everything Garret had wanted to be back in high school.  Tall, handsome, outgoing, and popular.  Garret was just glad he’d figured out he didn’t actually want to be most of those things before it was too late.

“How fair things with my favorite jewelers?” Toby asked.

“Lovely,” Garret’s mother replied, laughing.  Even she knew Toby called everyone his favorite.  “How was the crowd this morning?”

“Boisterous,” Toby replied.  “And it was a good size, too,” he added.  “Have you decided where to winter yet?”

“We’ve got it down to a couple places,” she replied.

“Still thinking about Georgia?” Toby asked.

“It’s on the list.”

“It’s a good place to winter,” Toby replied, glancing over at Garret.  “I can tell you all about the good places.”

Garret just raised an eyebrow.  Toby was nice to everyone, and friendly with everyone, but they’d never interacted much outside the festival.  From what Garret heard, Toby was often out late partying with the other performers or various vendors.  Garret wasn’t usually invited along, not that he’d have gone if they had asked him.

“My people are in Georgia,” Toby said, his southern accent slipping out over the ye olde style of speech everyone affected for the festival.

“I’ll have to chat with you about the place we’re looking at,” Garret’s mother said.  “But I’m guessing you don’t have time for that now.  Your shows start early don’t they?”

“That they do, my lady,” Toby said, sweeping an elaborate bow in her direction.  “I’ll be sure to find you after closing tonight.”

Garret’s mother just laughed and waved as Toby made his exit.  “He’s a nice young man,” she said to Garret.

Garret just shrugged.  Nice didn’t usually have much to do with it.  And Toby had been looking at him a little more intently than Garret liked.


It had been a great day.  The shop was practically bare.  They’d gotten a rush in the morning, so Garret had hauled in all their extra stock to fill the displays back up a bit before lunch.  Things had remained steady after that, and there wasn’t much to pack up now that the festival was officially over.

“Why don’t you work on the exterior things since there’s so little to pack up,” his mother suggested.  “We’ll just get in each other’s way in this little space.”

“Alright,” Garret agreed, stepping out onto the porch.  They brought their own signage and a few extra decorations for the house, so he worked on pulling those down, setting them on the table just inside the door.

“Packing up already?” someone asked from behind Garret.

He turned to find Toby standing there, his signature feathered hat held in his hand and his tunic unlaced and hanging open over his loose shirt.  He’d completely dropped the ye olde accent he used during the festival, so Garret hadn’t recognized his voice right away.

“We always start packing up right away.  Usually stop when it gets dark.”  It wasn’t worth the risk of injuries tripping over something, especially carrying any of the merchandise.

“Want some help?” Toby asked.  His southern accent was really thick and Garret wondered if it was authentic, or if Toby played it up like he did the ye olde one.

“Sure,” Garret replied.  Extra hands were almost always helpful.  “You have anything ready to haul back to the trailer?” Garret asked his mother through the open doorway.

“Got a few done,” she said.

“Well, someone offered slave labor, so we can start carrying,” Garret said, grinning over at Toby, who laughed.

“It’s the least I can do,” Toby said, following Garret in and picking up one of the plastic tubs Garret pointed to.

“After working all day?” Garret’s mother asked.

“Well, I came to ask y’all a favor, so the least I can do is help cart things about.”

“A favor?” Garret asked.  He didn’t know Toby well enough to know if that should be worrying.

“Yeah,” Toby said actually looking a little sheepish about it.  “I talked to my Mom at lunch, and apparently she’s having to move in with her mother for a while.  She was asking if I knew anyone who might be willing to watch the house.  You’d mentioned wintering in Georgia, so I thought I’d make the offer.  She’s actually willing to pay someone if she needs to, but I thought maybe rent free, and you cover utilities while you’re there would be a pretty good deal for everyone.”

“Oh,” Garret’s mother said, her voice full of worry.  “Is your grandmother alright?”

Garret smiled.  Of course that’s what she was worried about first.

“She’s got some vertigo issues, needs someone around for when the world gets spiny,” Toby said.  “Other than that she’s in great health actually.  Mom just wants to be there for her, and they live in the same town still, so she’d been just going over a lot.  But it’s wearing on my mom, so she’s looking to just move for a bit.”

“Why don’t you have her call me,” Garret’s mother said, plucking one of their cards from the holder she hadn’t packed up yet and a pen from her apron before scribbling her number on the back.  “She and I can talk through everything and see what’s what.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Toby said.  “In the meantime, I’ll help with the boxes.”

“Why thank you,” she said with a smile.

Garret picked up a box and lead the way out toward the exit gate.  There was no sense wasting daylight.

“I hope it works out that y’all can come down,” Toby said as they walked.

“Yeah?” Garret asked.  ‘Why?’ would probably be rude.

“There’s a really great maker community in town, and I think you and your mom would get along well with them.  Our moms would probably get along well too at that.  And I might actually get a chance to say more than six words to you.”

Garret almost tripped on his own feet.  Why did Toby want to talk to him?  He tried to come up with a response that didn’t make him sound like an idiot.  What did you even say to that kind of declaration?

“I’m not too picky about where we winter,” Garret said, hoping he hadn’t been silent long enough to make anything awkward.  “So if our moms work something out, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure they’ll work something out,” Toby said.  “I know how important it is to save money in the off season and it will be a huge help to my mom.”

“If she’s looking for people to be in the house that means you don’t stay there during the winter,” Garret said.  A lot of rennies stayed with family for the month or two they weren’t traveling between festivals and other shows.

“No, I haven’t stayed at the house in years,” Toby said.  “When I came out, my father made it clear I wasn’t welcome.  He’s been gone two years but it hasn’t felt right going back, you know?”

“That must have been hard,” Garret said.  His dad died before Garret came out, and his mother had always been supportive.  She probably knew long before Garret ever thought to categorize himself.

“I had family who took me in, and my mom did what she could to make sure I knew she still loved me, but wasn’t in a place to go against my father about it.  It’s worked out alright.”

“So you still stay with family then?”

“Yeah,” Toby replied.  Garret could just make out his smile in the quickly fading light.  “Moved in with my aunt and uncle to finish school.  My cousin and her husband have the house now, and she insists that my room will always be mine.  I think it’s just because I’m free babysitting whenever I’m home.”

“Never underestimate the power of free babysitting,” Garret said.  He’d never been around little kids much, but he knew parents were always desperate for babysitters they could trust, free or not.

“True,” Toby said as they arrived at the trailer.  “But I also know Cally loves me to death, so it’s all good.”

“I’m glad you have good people,” Garret said, setting down his bin and getting the key out of his pocket.

By the time they got the two bins stowed away where they belonged, Garret’s mother had arrived with a few bags and told him the shop was all packed up, they’d just need to pack up the boxes in the morning.

“How early can my mom call you tomorrow?” Toby asked.

“I’m up by about dawn most days,” Garret’s mother replied.  “But I’ll also be up for a few more hours if she wants to call tonight, get things settled.”

“I’ll call her shortly then,” Toby said.  “I’m around tomorrow if y’all need any help hauling things,” he added.

“That would be much appreciated,” Garret’s mother said.  “If you meet us at the shop by eight I can feed you.”

“I never say no to a free meal,” Toby said, giving an exaggerated bow.  “See y’all then.”

Garret just watched as Toby walked away.

“Interested?” Garret’s mother asked.

“What?” Garret said, quickly turning to look at her.

“He is rather handsome, and he seemed interested in spending time.”

“I have no idea,” Garret said.  “I barely know the guy.”

“Well, that’s likely to change this winter.  We could use a break and free lodgings, even with utility costs, would be a big help.”

“I know,” he replied.  He wasn’t going to object to staying at Toby’s mom’s.  The margins were pretty close when you had your own business and you were traveling all the time.  A few too many vehicle repair bills this year had left things tight for their winter budget.


Two days later, they were driving up to Toby’s mother’s house.  Apparently they weren’t even being charge for all the utilities.  His mom had agreed to pay $150 a month to cover most of the utilities, and that they’d mow the lawn if it needed it, which apparently in Georgia, even in winter, wasn’t uncommon.

Garret was glad that Toby wasn’t going to be here when they arrived and moved things in.  He had another show before he was done for the winter, so he’d be down again in six days and had promised to stop in and say hello.  Garret still hadn’t sorted out how he felt about Toby’s sudden interest in getting to know him.  He’d have a chance to find out next week.

Image Prompt 064 – Welsh Hill Stairway and Renaissance Festival Shop


It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

Image Prompt 064-001 - Welsh Dragon05-05-07 091

Image Prompt 064-002 - RenFest10-10-24 085

Give Yourself Grace


For only the second or third time since I started this blog several years back, I’ve missed a Friday post.  Under normal circumstances, I’d be upset about that.  But right now, I think it is so incredibly important for us all to give ourselves grace.

I mean grace in this sense from the Oxford English Dictionary: “To favour (a person) with permission to do something; to permit, allow.”

And what we are all permitting and allowing ourselves, is the room to make mistakes, to fail, to not meet our own expectations, and to get things wrong sometimes.

We should also give ourselves grace to feel whatever we may be feeling, but that’s a separate conversation.

So for today, I’m going to give myself grace, and I’m going to work on a post for next week, and that’s fine.

I hope you are all doing well and staying safe and healthy in this unsettling and very strange world we are living in right now.

Image Prompt 063 – Finally Together


I chose the image of the Cornwall coast for my twenty-minute sprint this week.  I’m returning to Kyran and Neal, who I created for Image Prompt 23, just to explore that snippet a bit further.  I’ve been reading back through some of my old Image Prompt responses lately and finding interesting kernels to continue exploring.

Finally Together:

Kyran stood beside his car, looking down at the beach below.  It was still fairly cool, so there were only a few people down at the beach today.  No one he knew.  No one that would know him.  He hoped none of them would know Neal either.

“I hope you haven’t been here all night,” Neal said as he walked up beside Kyran.

“No,” Kyran replied.  “I left to find a place to sleep.”  Neal didn’t need to know what meant a place to park his car where it wouldn’t be seen and he could sleep in the back seat.

“Good,” Neal said.  “I didn’t bring my car,” he added.  “It doesn’t make sense to have two if we’re going to be strapped for cash.” Continue reading