Tuesday, October 6, 2015


I should be clear about this: I'm not too busy to write. I'm too miserable.

The shock of coming back from something like the Expo to a world where I'm cooking for a living has been hard to suffer.

Why? Because of answers like I heard the other night. Someone expressed a desire to holiday in Jamaica and immediately received the answer, "The drugs are great there."

These are not my people.

I'm am increasingly of the conclusion that the real trouble with marijuana is the potential it has to encourage people to remain uninformed in a world where the only subject that holds their interest is when the next opportunity to smoke comes.  I do have empathy for these poor people.  The time they spend working is, in some ways, worse because on the whole they're jagging for their next hit.  Which explains why they talk about it constantly.

On the other hand, I'm thoroughly convinced they are blessed with less brain activity overall . . . while I am stuck in endless fleeting thoughts I can't sit and evolve in my mind due to small, endless distractions.

Maxwell mentioned in a comment yesterday that the Burma map was probably a matter of grind, grind, grind.  He's right.  The Burma map proves I have time to write blog posts.  I'm drawing back from these because I know - as this post is already proving - that I'm becoming more single-minded about certain issues.

Really, how much of this self-describing shit does the reader need to see?

So the days go by, I work on obsessive projects and wait for the economy to change, so I can find an office job again and get the hell off my feet, returning to a world where people are polite to one another and speak in whole sentences.  When that happens, my stress will fall, my bank account will grow and I'll find the motivation to think through a creative process, building arguments and proposing functional changes to my world and the greater game.  Just now I feel so dry on those matters that it has become a form of misery.  I want my brain to kick in and think of something new - which it would usually do, as people who have read this blog can attest - but the brain has run down and there is no foot around to kick it.

Physically, I'm great.  I've lost about 25 pounds in six weeks, most of it around my waist.  I'm tightening my belt two holes smaller than I did in August.  For all the lack of energy I have, shoving it into the workplace, overall I'm stronger and probably fitter.  It's a terrible exchange.  I'd rather be fat, on my ass and thinking than thin, on my feet and dead-headed.  On the other hand, my partner has expressed her pleasure at the new, smaller me.

So there's that to be grateful for.

Friday, October 2, 2015


Well, this didn't take long.  Largely because there is so little historical information about Burma online (due to it being run by a fanatical, murderous, highly ignored by the West government that may be supported by the C.I.A. to enable them to obtain large quantity drugs they can sell in the U.S. in order to support their actions without needing to go to Congress - or so I've been told).

Enjoyed this.  Not sure what part of the world to do next.  I may, for fun, work on the source of the Nile.  No good reason, but what the hell.

The wiki has information for the Map Key. Updated sheet maps on the wiki can be found here:

F 12 - Namkin
G 14 - Irrawaddy
G 15 - Laos
H 16 - Andaman Sea
H 17 - Gulf of Siam


Thursday, October 1, 2015

Pursuing Failure

I was thinking yesterday of the old chestnut, "Do not be afraid to fail."  Sometimes these things retain their merit even though we hear them so often that the cease to have meaning.  Yes, yes, right, strive hard, work, try new things and don't be afraid to fail.  Got it.

We should really look at those words as often as we have the time.  Translated, they also mean, don't play it safe.  Don't do the same things that were done before.  We have too much a tendency to repeat our efforts based on "what works," as though what has worked in the past automatically exempts us from any responsibility to find what might work better.  Or differently.  Or with profound, unexpected results.

Gaming is like that.  If our campaigns are built too solidly upon what has always worked in the past, they bind us in a straightjacket.  We are limited.  Our games grow into participations in tradition and dogma, making the 'transformative experience' of gaming into the square-peg into round-hole problem.

Just a daily thought for the reader to ponder upon.

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Edmonton Con in Review

There, I'm back from the Edmonton Expo and rested.  I'll start by saying hello to Barry, Rob, Hanna, Luke, Geoff, Chad, Alison, Mike, David, Jordan, Ryan, Alexandra and Jim, along with the many others whose names I am sorry to have forgotten, though they must admit that we did only meet that one time.  Send me a comment, an email or a tweet and remind me, hm?

In total, we sold 89 books - 41 of the big How To Run, 26 of the How to Play a Character and 22 of the Dungeon's Front Door.  We ran a deal of all three books for $50 and I'd say about two thirds of the big books went from the table with two little companions.  We also talked to many people who were more interested in finding the ebook online.  I'd guess we sold about 1/3rd the people we talked to.

The biggest surprise came from learning that we had not purchased a little table in Artists' Alley for the show, but a 10x10 foot booth in the middle of the t-shirt and poster sellers.  This was way more room than we expected to decorate and as such we were a big, barren hole as far as eye-candy was concerned . . . except for my daughter in a first-rate Sailor Moon costume on the first day.  She had trouble going to the bathroom without getting swamped by photographers.  As we had other plans than the expo for Saturday and Sunday she decided to skip the costume - and it needed work anyway.  The sleeves were a bit too tight and were giving her blood blisters on the upper arms after a day of selling.

The size of the booth did wind up working for us, as it gave a big sitting area for our friends and guests.  It also meant we could handle a larger crowd of people in conversation and it gave more time for people to roam along the table, see what we were selling and stop - whereas a shorter table often loses people.  My daughter and I are both aggressive sellers, however, so we were dragging people back to talk to us all the time.  Role-players are forgivably shy about admitting it.

As far as we could tell, we were the only booth in the whole Expo putting out any material on table-top role-playing.  There was a panel discussion on role-play yesterday (explaining why we had a 40-minute dead zone in the middle of the day) and one of those panelists would find us a couple of hours later, much to his great surprise.  Great guy, can't remember his name, and we talked for about twenty minutes.  Had an annoying habit of constantly looking over my shoulder as I talked to him and of hedging his opinion on things with statements like, "Depends on the campaign" and "Some DMs can handle such-and-such."  Clearly trained in not pissing anyone off.  At the end of our conversation he expressed a great interest in seeing me run an actual game, but being late Sunday afternoon there wasn't any time to arrange for something like that.  Expressed a strong desire to buy the book, made an excuse about his wife having the money, went to find her but he never came back.  Not sure if it was a good meeting or not.  Ah well.

I'd love to be on one of those panels - but I'd probably spend half the time smacking the other panelists for endlessly failing to give solid, sound opinions or express absolutes in their statements.  Like politicians, they seem far more concerned about their reputation than about the improvement of the game - and as anyone here knows, my reputation has always come second (or fifth or twenty-third) to my passion.

But wow, that would be fun!

Sunday was our best day.  It was rushed to the last, as people we'd seen all weekend returned at the last moment to make their final purchases.  It's terrific when someone buys a small book on Saturday, only to come back Sunday saying, "I read it and I want MORE!"  With sincere emphasis on the last word, I can tell you.  It's terrific too when someone says, "I've seen everything and you have the best thing here!" as we stand in our barren, empty booth.  But hey, books are a universe unto themselves.

We really want to go to the Ed Expo next year.  I hope to have finished two books, ready for selling, by then - with posters to match and a ready presentation for the much larger booth.  Hell, the big booth in Edmonton was less money than the Artists' Alley table had been in Toronto - which was why we were really surprised.

Sorry I haven't pics of the cosplayers at this time; they weren't taken with my phone, which had some issues throughout the weekend with power, so I'm waiting for my daughter to send me what she has.

Phew.  I wish like hell I could do a Con every weekend.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Three Books for Sale at the Expo

Because I am getting many, many page views from people who are finding this blog through the Edmonton Expo, I will write briefly on the three books I will be selling at my table.  Prices below are for Edmonton Expo customers only.

Cost: $30.  How to Run (customer reviews) is literally what it says on the cover: an advanced guidebook for understanding and expanding a skilled DM's existing ability to run their world - whatever that world might be, as the book is in no way genre specific.  The book is as applicable to The Masquerade or Rifts as it is to D&D, because it addresses the dynamic between DM and player, not in-game ideals.

We are all in a position where we are striving to manage both ourselves and the players, while presenting the best possible game we can despite our limitations.  Game play is mastered through a practical use of time, an understanding of goals, the mastery of the game's immersive qualities and our most intrinsic motivations.  These elements of game play are universal - and they are, for the most part, wholly ignored by game manufacturers.

I have written a book that discusses role-play the way an academic treatise would discuss a subject among professors or the way that a trade manual would discuss the subject among masters of that trade.  There are thousands of practitioners of role-playing games who are wallowing, uncertain of what they are doing, particularly because there is no standard by which they can judge themselves.

Therefore, rather than present a series of things not to do, the book concentrates upon those things that a DM does that work - and why they work!  I believe that by firmly understanding why a particular running succeeded, a DM can build upon that understanding and ultimately learn to reproduce that result over and over.  The book How to Run proposes to give that understanding.

Cost: $12.  How to Play a Character (customer reviews) is a collection of essays discussing elements of character development, game settings and the social development of Dungeons & Dragons, along with elements of satire and humour.  It features a challenging, insightful viewpoint of a grognard, me, that has dedicated virtually of his life to the game.

And because most of that time has been spent in serious disagreement with the game's mainstream, the content of my mind expressed in these pages will prove to be well outside what the reader would normally expect to find.  The reader will take note, I don't see Dungeons & Dragons as a game, but as an personal expression, a form of performance art, in which participants are enabled and empowered to investigate and comprehend parts of themselves in exactly the way we imagine artists do.

Players are, in the strongest sense, creators.  Creators of character, creators of circumstance, creators of a destiny, contained inside a structure that enables them to seize a moment in time and make it their own.  This sense of gamesmanship that I have permeates the pages of this small but enthralling book, one that promises to be consumed greedily.

Cost: $12.  The Dungeon's Front Door (preview) is my latest book, published this year.  It is a series of essays focusing upon the underground dungeon: its structure, its biology and sociology, its purpose in the game and most important its opportunity for fun and humour.  With this book I've struggled to identify what it is that makes the dungeon an iconic, compelling feature in D&D role-playing, hoping to enable the reader to reinvigorate their dungeon adventures and look at them anew.

I simply don't believe that the traditional game can dismiss the importance that dungeons have for players and for the opportunities they present - and at the same time, as with all things, I tend to look at dungeons askew from the usual tricksterism that's constructed of traps and clever rube goldbergs.  My view is that dungeons are small, profound worlds unto themselves, allowing for endless variety for player and DM alike.  I believe firmly that this book accomplishes the goal in expressing these possibilities.

There we are.  Three books, all available for sale from my table at the Expo beginning Friday morning.  Come around, have a chat, talk about your hopes and dreams and we'll see if we can't raise the bar for your players higher than they've dreamed!

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Running the Table at the Expo

I've just finished my packing for the Expo.  Two days from now I will be registered, my table prepared and compatriots in Edmonton well met.  I will be anxiously awaiting the next day's start.  As anxiously - more! - than I am waiting just now.

I'm reading over my notes from last year's Toronto trip.  I remember a sea of faces and few names.  I remember clearly the fellow I sold my book to by proving there were no pictures.  I remember one of the two grognards arguing with me about the legitimacy of the book; the other's face is vague.  I wonder if either has bought the book by now.  There have been many sales in Canada since then.

Giving full disclosure on sales, making the opportunity for some of my readers to laugh out loud as they realize how paltry are my successes, I have sold 341 copies of the How to Run book.  209 of these have been sold through Lulu and the remainder have been sold by hook or by crook on my own.  I take comfort from the fact that it is an expensive book, meaning that gross sales are really not that bad.  Obviously, I would like to have sold ten times the number - but there's always the future.

For example, the next six days.

A year ago I wrote that I felt validated as a writer and that it was evident that the gaming community was looking for the sort of book I had written.  They're still looking for it; I sold a copy of the book online yesterday.  I will probably sell a book tomorrow (if not How to Run, then How to Play a Character or the Dungeon's Front Door).  I wrote that there was a tremendous underground community that has little or no interest at all in the WOTC or the nitpicking nonsense that dominates online discussion.  I am so looking forward to talking to these people - my people - again.

I was casting about for something else to talk about surrounding conventions.  I was thinking about the people surrounding us who had also plunked down hundreds of dollars for the privilege of running a table.  For some, like me, it's an opportunity to get the word out there.  For others, it's hard-core sales.

The twenty-something woman on our right side in Toronto owned her own button-making machine, so that day and night she does nothing but churn out unique and interesting designs pressed on metal.  She did a booming business, though she had no supporting partner to help her out.  Those were long days for her, working days.  When talking to us, without her game face on, it was clear she was fairly jaded where it came to the event itself.  She didn't care what was going on around her, what the people were there to see.  She was there to sell buttons, period.  Nevertheless, she was a pleasant neighbor.

The people on the other side were artists.  The boy, about 19, was there to support the woman who was in her 40s.  She had developed a technique of coloring prints with multiple kinds of tea, dipped or exposed on pressed cloth or paper in a variety of ways.  This then complimented her drawing skills, so that a line drawing of a landscape, cityscape or small study featured an intricate and enticing collection of spatters, splotches and striations, in purples, golds, chocolate browns and so on.  The fascination level for this work was high, very high, and the people it attracted were absolutely not role-players, so we didn't step on each other's toes.  The real pity was that the woman did not charge as much as she should have for the pics (she could have easily doubled her prices) and she did not have any gift for actual sales.  It was driving my business-minded daughter crazy listening to this woman drop potential sale after potential sale merely by failing to emphasize that the things people were impressed with could actually be purchased.

It was evident that some of the people there bought tables just so they could have a place to sit between adventuring around the expo.  Pay money for a table, create a pretense for being there and it provides four easy days of roaming around, with the respect of having a table pass that gets you in early so that all can be seen without the crowds.  For many, it's worth the higher price.

Many there were clearly bored out of their minds.  They didn't have anything of interest or substance and they didn't have the will to 'harass' potential customers as they passed by.  I tribute a lot of our success to our willingness to engage with the passers by, sitting on a high stool that put us at eye level without seeming like we were trying too hard.  Say hello, nod at the people, smile at them, say encouraging things about their costumes, remark aloud on anything that goes on and always be friendly and willing to answer any question, especially those that have nothing to do with what's offered at the table (people are always stopping to ask friendly people for help in finding the bathroom).  My daughter picked up a little puppet wolf that would sit on our shoulder while we manipulated it with our hands (marvelous gimmick, the device allows for small finger movements to move the wolf's head up and down, back and forth).  This was a great draw.

I brought along a cover rendering of the book a meter and a half high and a meter wide, that dominated the space behind us.  The words, "Role-playing Games" on the cover would be just above my right shoulder as I sat on the stool (in about 48 pt font with the size of the poster) and I could see the eyes of a passing browser zero in on those words and react.  Whenever that happened, from the reaction to the words I could guess if the browser was likely to buy.  That's the thing about people who love role-playing games: they are always looking for something.  The words themselves are magic; they're so adored and yet so rare that just seeing the words makes the heart jump.  I've experienced that myself hundreds of times, just from seeing a copy of the DM's Guide in public or hearing half a sentence that tells me the conversants are discussing D&D.

My best pitch, then, is to be friendly and ready to talk openly and strongly about the product.  I have no trouble at all pitching my books.  I love the things.  I'm like a parent talking about their child's chances for playing at the professional level based on the catch we've just seen.  Hold back from telling people about my book?  Wait for them to ask?  But . . . but . . . that doesn't let me talk about the book all the time!

I'm very much looking forward to three solid days of talking about my books.  Unapologetically.  The reader here is just a little tired of it because you hear me talk of them all the time.  But these will be strangers.

My mother had it all wrong.  Strangers are the best people to talk to.

Monday, September 21, 2015


Keeping in the spirit of comic cons and fan expos (3 days left), it is a good time to talk about cosplaying.

The reader will find as old age approaches that everything that happens after the age of 25 will be thought of as 'new' whether it is or not.  For example, I still think of grunge music as 'new' - even though for many readers out there, it happened and died before being born.

[Well, sort of died.  There are still bar bands playing grunge music, thinking they'll be 'discovered' someday in a world now being run by Nikki, Taylor and Katy].

For an old fart like me, cosplaying has snuck up on me.  At least, the institutionalization of people wearing costumes as a means to emphasize their fandom for specific characters is a strange, new thing.  Like with the previous post, my childhood was also full of dressing in costumes, because that was something we thought was fun.  Hell, my whole Canadian generation was warped hopelessly by Mr. Dressup, who became a childhood institution for more than 30 years.  I was four when Mr. Dressup first aired.  [I went looking for an example of the show from back then, but it seems impossible to find anything on youtube predating the invention of VHS].

And I can remember a Halloween that predated excessive commercialism, predated the terror razor/needle/poison candy scare and predated parents chaperoning costumed children roaming from house to house.  These things are truly 'old' - long gone, never to be seen again.  But they did leave a lasting childhood association with costuming and the adoption of personalities.

That said, the first time I actually saw a DM dressed in a costume for role-playing I believe I associated the moment with a desire to vomit.  As I said yesterday, I was older by the time I began to play D&D and well past the compulsion to dress up in order to identify myself as a different being.  I had embraced theater and the arts by then and I knew from experience that the costume is only a very small part of the experience.  True character portrayal begins within.  After all, the most frightening monsters in our adult imaginations - terrorists, child molesters, serial killers, rapists - are terrifying because they look like anybody.

So on that level, yes, I confess, cosplaying seems a bit childish.  But let me rush to assure the reader that I don't think that it is, not for most of the participants.  I stick by what I said yesterday: cosplaying is free spirited lawlessness.  The same lawlessness I experienced as a child when we would pretend to be vampires and witches, capturing victims and burning them alive in pretend ovens.

[At 10 years of age, several free spirited same-age girls and I role-played some pretty intense scenes together - a bit beyond 'doctor' or 'house'].

If anything, I am deeply respectful.

This will seem like a big step to the left, but just go with it.  Some years ago, circa 2007, for a freelance story I was writing, I attended a meeting of transgendered persons to hear their views on the Alberta government's defunding a significant part of their reassignment process.  Because the meeting was more or less free and open, and because my 19-year-old daughter was interested also, I brought her along.  All told there were about 19 persons there.  The meeting's agenda was to lend support for those who would be most affected by the government's decision and to suggest strategies for the future.

It was an educational evening.  Not because either my daughter and I were new to the concept; she had gone to school for three years with a boy who was pre-op but living as a girl and I had known several persons in theater and film who were struggling with the lifestyle as early as the 1980s.  The educational part was the intensive fear associated with my role as a journalist.  It took literally hours of reassurance to convince most of the room that I had no intention of outing anyone or even giving details regarding their personal struggle.  I was there to get an overview of the problem and that was all.  Nevertheless, I could understand why several of the persons there who worked for the city or the government in particular were terrified to talk to me.

This sidebar connects to cosplaying because of two persons that my daughter recognized from Otafest here in Calgary - a Japanese Animation Festival that is a huge event each year (upcoming in November).  My daughter hadn't known that the two persons very much in love with each other were both transgendered; she did know that these same two persons were very dedicated furries.

"Isn't it amazing," my daughter said afterwards, "That two people who happen to be transgendered and furries can find love together.  The world is wonderful."

My sentiment exactly.

Cosplaying has become a community that supports individualism through copying the inspiration of other artists (who invent these characters).  It is a strange dichotomy.  I believe, however, that it does carry forward the most wonderful parts of the exploration into roles that we begin as children - the separation of guilt and repression, which are dumped on us at a young age, from desire and fantasy, that many adults have surrendered by age 30.

In three days I will be in an immense chamber with thousands of such people.  Is there any better place to be?

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Nobody's Business

The Edmonton Expo is in four days.

There's very little left to do.  We're set up for the scene, we've got the presentation necessary.  My daughter, I believe, is cosplaying as Sailor Moon.  I am cosplaying as the writer in residence.  The only concern left is a delivery of books that should be here by tomorrow afternoon.  Fingers crossed.

In light of the Expo, I was asked to write about the Dungeons and Dragons television show . . . specifically this episode.  I don't know what I'll say yet; I'm still gearing up to the task.  There's a good chance that I'll say something I should apologize for - but we'll see.

Whenever I hear someone remember this show fondly, which seems to happen often, I find myself in awe.  Perhaps it is because everyone I played with when the show came out (1983) were already 18 and way, way beyond kid's shit.  My memories of the show consists mostly of how really bad my groups considered it to be, how offended we were that a gritty show about D&D had been shat on again (something that hasn't changed) and in particular in which ways the show was nothing like the actual game.

Regarding the linked episode above, I'll keep off the subject of animation quality, voice work and other aspects of production (which are horrifically execreble); I'm also not going to say anything about costumes and the silliness of their design.  I'll stick to game interpretations with which I have a problem.  I'll give the time stamp for when the problem occurs.  I'm going to ignore the title sequence and just start with the show itself (part one), which begins at 01:00.

  • 1:47 - the Dungeon Master tells the party what to do.
  • 2:37 - the mages' powers are limited to his hat (and by extension that the abilities of all the characters are due to their magic items).
  • 3:04 - characters run away from danger before engaging first (one arrow does not equal engagement for D&D players).
  • 3:14 - only barbarians want to fight things.
  • 3:23 - "fighting will only make them mad."
  • 3:37 - fighting is somehow equated to "heroics"
  • 4:30 - in a world where people turn down exchanging bread for talismans (because they're obviously cheap and worthless) there's still room for accusations that the use of magic proves "an evil wizard."
  • 4:53 - peasants are willing to rush off to try to destroy a mage after displaying an obviously powerful talisman.
  • 5:04 - too exhausted to run; obviously, not too exhausted to fight.
  • 6:50 - characters sleep in their armor.

On the whole, mere quibbles.  So much of the show is taken up with anvilicious development and flanderization that it's amazing there was time to have anyone portray any event that can be reconciled with D&D.  And of course, the fact that it was presented as a kid's show in a pre-internet world, when children's programming was hopelessly relegated to infantilization and marketing, meant that fighting had to be something the participants couldn't do.

That's the saddest part of this show - that it was designed around a game with a fundamental structural dependency on fighting in a media where fighting could not be discussed.  Television has always been funny this way.  As elementary age boys in an upper middle-class neighborhood, the favorite game was always 'guns.'  The television we watched was full of six-shooters, phasers and spy pistols, so those filled our pockets.  Guns meant running across open lawns, diving over fences and dying - mostly dying - in spectacular ways.  Twitching one's body while running off a five-foot ledge to a slope of grass, skidding to a halt and then holding the 'death pose' for the demanded 30-seconds (rules!) was just the sort of thing to cause mothers to rush onto their back porch and scream in full panic.

At seven we understood the pleasure of fighting.  That's part of what we immediately loved about D&D at - in my case - 15.  But television has always tried to pretend that fighting is something children do not do.  And it has always tried to shove that perspective down children's throats.

As children, we ignored it.

Naturally, the D&D show was nothing like D&D.  How could it be?  Even if the writers had done due diligence (which obviously they did not do), nothing on earth is more executively meddled with than children's programming.  There are too many legal landmines for it not to be that way.  The error, of course, was that D&D was promoted as a children's game.  It is still promoted that way.  It will always be promoted that way.  It doesn't matter that it requires more time, effort, ability, expertise, background and practice to manage it than bridge or football pools . . . this is simply the way the world insists on looking at the game.  This is why every nerd portrayed playing it on television always emphasizes the fantastical, silly aspects.

When a dragon is presented in a children's show, it is a fat, dumpy thing that clumps around breathing harmless fire.  It isn't that dragons can't be scary.  We can see a bit of the fear in a movie sort of aimed at adults, where an effort is made to sort of cause the dragon to be aggressive, moving like a clumsy snake and breathing hot fire between talking like a serial killing university professor.  We can make it burn down a town.

What we can't do, even in an adult movie with a dragon in it, is show the smashed and burnt bodies of the dead, as they're dying, like we can in a war film.  People will pay to watch tank shells splitting bodies in two or to see people cut to pieces by bullets, but no one's going to put up with that shit from a movie with a dragon in it.  Because this isn't horror, this is fantasy.

Yet - and here's something that most D&D players never really grasp - role-playing is horror.  It is what we would never choose to do in reality - court death, see it as acceptable, take pleasure in destroying an enemy and callously make plans to do it all again.  For gain.  It is viscerally satisfying to act as brutally as we wish for purely selfish motivations.  This is what the game taps into.  And the more advanced the game, the greater the agency for pursuing that selfish intent.

Films and television can't represent that because the 'good guys' can never be that way in that media.  The 'good guys' can't possess the motivation that D&D demands as proof of winning.  It is a game built in an underground and pursued habitually in an environment where authority and morality have no voice.  Where 'right' and 'wrong' are limited to what a small number of quiet players accept as the gameplay they want.

A great reason for the success of expos and gaming cons comes from the sense of free-spirited lawless associations that arise from people dressing as they want and playing up the characters they want, without the usual discourse and condemnation that follows from social rule-makers.  Role-playing represents a form of media where executive meddling is impossible above the level of the DM, where hours can be spent in the company of others who are okay with arson, murder, genocide and the like.  It is the only group activity that allows a meeting of the minds in this way.

But this is a great secret, isn't it?  We're supposed to pretend it isn't going on this way around gaming tables.  Every once in awhile someone on the net gets upset because someone mentions rape or infanticide and there's a back-and-forth.  Doesn't mean anything, however - because if six adults can agree that the castration going on in this role-playing game, tonight, is fantasy and nothing more, then the rest of the world can fuck off.  Ain't nobody's business but the players.

That makes role-playing a dangerous game - in the eyes of the controllers and the pundits.  This encourages such people to proclaim, again, that RPGs are on their way out.  Or that the only people still playing them are children.  Or whatever other lie that wants to be said.

But we at the tables know different, don't we.  We know that when Eric the Paladin says, "I make a pass at Lorne - how does he feel about that?", we don't have to take a public sampling to find out if the players having sex is okay.  All the DM needs to do is roll a die.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Gone to Ground


In early 2012, I began updating all my maps to a later version of Microsoft's Publisher program - and as of yesterday, I completely finished that upgrade.  This link on the wiki includes all the sheet maps of my world that I have either finished or are upon the edges of what I've finished, from the Andaman Islands in the East to the western shore of Spain.  72 maps altogether.

Here is a list of links for the latest updated maps, that were not included when I wrote about this a bit more than a month ago:

G 06 - Nubia
G 07 - Arabia
G 08 - Empty Quarter
G 09 - Oman
G 10 - Gujarat
G 11 - Maharashtra
G 12 - Orissa
G 13 - Bengal
G 14 - Irrawaddy

H 08 - Ethiopia
H 09 - Horn of Africa
H 10 - Socotra
H 11 - Arabian Sea
H 12 - Ladshadweep
H 13 - Madurai
H 14 - East Ceylon
H 15 - Bay of Bengal
H 16 - Andaman Sea

Two of the maps - the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal - are merely hexes containing water and no land at all. They are included as placeholders.

I know that I haven't been writing much on the blog lately. Call it my going to ground, just for the time being. On days when I've had energy, I've been working on the book. On days when I have less energy, I've been making these maps. Basically, the revamp of the maps is little more than retracing the coasts, rivers, roads and so on with new, upgraded lines and colors. But that is all done now and I'm glad. Going forward, the maps I'll be posting on the wiki and on this blog will all be new, created since this time.

For no reason at all, I've been doing preliminary work on Burma.  I really should finish Morocco, which I've left half done, and the Maldives, that I've left half done, but I'm not in the mood for little tiny islands and a desert.  I'll get back to those things.

Part of the reason I do these maps, some of my long-time readers will remember, comes from wanting to look very closely at parts of the world that are obscure and to which very few people pay attention.  People think about creating a world based on France or Britain, the Middle East or the Balkans . . . but when does anyone make plans for a world based on Burma?  Or Ethiopia, which I may take up next?  Who thinks of the Canary Islands or Eastern Siberia?

I'd like to think there are Japanese and Indian players of D&D (who I get page views occasionally) who do think about those places.  I would love to see some of the work they do, what they've designed for lairs and caves, what sort of monsters they create.  But, of course, the small table of people playing this weekend in Chiang Mai in Thailand don't speak English and they don't read my blog.  I bet, however, that they play some sort of role-playing game.

That's just speculation.  Good 'ol JB in Paraguay never seems to mention (at least I've never read him mention it) the group of Spanish speaking players occupying themselves with some sort of weird Colonial RPG based on the reclamation of South America by Incans . . . Asuncion has a population of over 500,000 and of course it's impossible for him to have met everyone.  I'd like to think this game isn't a first-world phenomenon.  I mean, who knows how many people in Kenya are playing D&D right now?

Well, sorry I'm not writing much.  I'll be getting my wind back from having to do physical labour day-in and day-out when once upon a time I use to sit on my comfortable ass in a comfortable office writing my comfortable blog posts between five minute spans of actually doing work for twice the pay I'm earning right now.  Then I'll post more often.

I hope all my readers are doing well.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Sept 15, Again

Strix Nebulosa, long time friend of mine, wished me a happy birthday on the last post.  Thank you Strix.  It is indeed my birthday today.

Saturday, September 12, 2015


Why is the Fantastic Four shit?

At the 35 minute mark:

Iron Man:  Stark has fully built the suit and it has just finished booting up.  He's been shot, threatened, soldiers have died, things have exploded and we've been given a strong back-story about Rhodey and Obadiah.  We've already seen problems get resolved.  Run time: 2:06 hrs.

The Incredible Hulk:  Banner has been tracked down in Brazil, we've killed Stan Lee, the Hulk has ripped apart a bottling plant, we've covered the distance between Brazil and New York and we've been given a strong back story about Bronski and the General.  Banner is seeing Betty for the first time in years. Run time: 1:52 hrs.

Captain America:  Rogers is being injected with the serum.  He's been in the army, thrown himself on a 'live' grenade, made a connection with both Erskine and Carter and we've been given a strong back story on the Red Skull.  Run time: 2:04 hrs.

All good starts, with action and things going on, a multiplicity of events and we really care if the next efforts - Stark getting free, Banner avoiding the army, Rogers fighting the Nazis - actually happen.

And Fantastic Four?

We've seen Reed's machine work three times.  We know almost nothing about the four main characters and Doom, especially Ben.  Having invented the machine in the first five minutes we then have to see him reinvent the machine twice.  At 35 minutes three of the characters - and not including Ben or Sue - are drinking a beer, carping and reminding us that the Apollo spacecraft went to the moon.

Run time: 1:39 hrs.

They had 13 minutes less run time than The Incredible Hulk and they wasted a third of it accomplishing jack shit.

Um, wasn't there supposed to be some handbook that says, "Get this much plot line accomplished by so many minutes"?  Aren't we told that good movies are ruined by executives who insist on an action scene taking place at precisely 21 minutes or the love scene taking place at exactly 28 minutes - or whatever it is?

Apparently, that's all crap.  Executives just meddle.  They sure did in this one.  Hell, not only is Johnny Storm and his Daddy black . . . apparently he was raised in Compton.  How the fuck did that happen?  Especially since Sue still talks like a white girl from the Valley.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Writing for Readers

I received a bunch of terrific comments for the last post, proving that despite people's general feelings towards market research (and I admit the words make my skin crawl as much as anyone) there's a willingness to come forward and make arguments.

Good on all of you.

I feel it would be poor form to debate the individual conclusions, since every single conclusion that has been pulled from the tiny bit of source material is dead right.  It is in trying to establish the best course of action between the right answers that makes parsing these opinions so difficult.

I do want to make some general points, however - and it felt best to do this in a blog post, where I had no limitation on the number of words or characters I could use.  Some of these general statements will refer to specific things that specific persons have said.  I want it very clear that I agree with the reasons for bringing those things to light.  They had to be said.  And they were considered by me before I wrote the post in question or proposed the poll.

It is revealed on page 2 (or three, as Jeremiah's point about 'I' statements has already got me rewriting the first page) that the story will be about the narrator, Herzog [name chosen to be deliberately Germanic and odd] being 17.  I don't want to write anything that is told in a 17-year-old's perspective.  I think that would be horrible.  I think it would be aggravating for the reader, dull, expressly destructive of the immersive quality of the story and just a huge pain in the ass for me, the writer.  I am not 17.  When I was 17, I was a terrible writer.  I don't need to pretend to revisit that when I don't feel it would add anything to the story.

Therefore, yes, I have chosen to set the book up as told by someone who is approximately my age, recounting something that happened to him when he was 17.  This lets me use my whole vocabulary and lets me tell a tale instead of an art project.

I have no intention of writing for any age group or any genre-interested segment of the population.  I have no interest in writing material that only a person interested in fantasy would want to read.  I think I have designed a good story.  The second draft is intended to translate that good story into a good read (thus, I am still fixing the first page, as it isn't the final draft by any stretch of the imagination).  I'm still not completely satisfied with the tone of the story-teller (thus, too many 'I' statements as I try to find a voice) but that's something the second draft will fix.

So, no, this won't be written for pre-teens.  That said, there's no reason why a pre-teen wouldn't enjoy it.  I read the unexpurgated Frankenstein as a pre-teen and I enjoyed that.  I read a lot of adult books as a pre-teen, including a number of medical textbooks.

This is for Oddbit, but it is meant in jolly good humour.  A word is a word.  The only thing that makes a word 'fancy' is the reader's prejudice.

Prejudice cannot be written around.

Yeah, the knees thing.  Well, I didn't read that through.  My sense is that "I fell backwards" can easily be interpreted as "I fell away."  "Landed on my knees" can easily be assumed to mean "hands and knees."  But the point is taken.  In general, the line is a placeholder.  To satisfy everyone, we can write it,

I pulled back in fright.  Seizing the edge of the seat, I let myself fall from to the ground, tumbling into the thick bed of leaves and moss.  It must have been Autumn.  All I remember is that I ended up somehow on my hands and knees, looking up at the man as he looked down at the reins I had dropped.  Those had fallen between the horses, so that he couldn't just snatch them up and drive away . . .

There's no such thing as bad writing.  There's only writing that hasn't been fixed yet.

Now, about the word 'bequest.'  Yeah, that's a puzzler.  I explained how I came upon the word in a comment yesterday but I didn't mention that I had then gone to thesaurus.com to look for a better - or rather, a more 'friendly' word.  Sadly, all the other options fail to fit the actual plot of the novel.

I can certainly appreciate anyone saying that the title would put them off.  I particularly liked the phrase from James about "a clever, polite, English country gentleman or woman gallivanting about and solving pernicious riddles."  I liked it because in many ways this applies to the novel I've written.  It is a mystery.  It happens to take place in a 14th century fantasy world that includes magic, but there's something going on that isn't made certain until the end.  The uncertainty doesn't happen to be a murder, but it does involve a bunch of killing and, as the killing remains in the province of we don't know why or what, yes, the novel is a mystery.

But all novels are mysteries.  The forementioned Frankenstein is a mystery - we don't know what's going to happen if the monster wakes up.  In To Kill a Mockingbird (a novel I hate, but most readers are familiar with it) we don't know how Boo Radley fits into the story and his presence is definitely mysterious.  Robert Asprin's Another Fine Myth is a mystery, from the moment Aahz appears in the story to the uncertainties surrounding Isstvan.

If there wasn't a mystery, no one would read anything.  The argument that the title would put people off is, as ever, only a sign that people continue to believe they can automatically tell the difference between a good book and a bad book by the cover.  That is why covers are full of boobs, swords, weird scenery and dragons.  Pardon me, gentle reader, but what the hell?

Asked with a smile on my face.  So it goes, so it is with people.  I don't read any modern book unless a friend suggests it - and let's face it, in a world full of books, the only chance anything I write has the least chance of being popular is if all the readers of this blog buy the book because it's me, likes it and tells their friends.

I sold 10 books through Chapters here in Calgary - at $40 a book.  Why $40?  Because the split with the book store was onerous.  I had to make it $10 more just to make it worthwhile keeping track of the unreal, annoying, half-assed sort of merchandising that goes on with real booksellers.  It's kind of laughable.  However, I've actually heard from two of those people through email and neither mentioned the different price online.  Both were people who saw the book for the first time on the shelf and bought it.

That's rather amazing.

If I have to put boobs or swords on the cover of my book in order to make a total stranger who has never read this blog buy it, then I will.  There is an actual scene in the book where the presence of boobs does, in fact, upset the 17-year-old.  But all in good fun.  So there's a justification for putting boobs on the cover.  Just so.

I hope, I count on people buying the book because they read me here.  I know I can't always count on that.  I wrote a great book called Pete's Garage which I put up about 30 months ago.  It didn't sell that well online, but everyone who has talked to me about it has liked that book.  I think it didn't do well with any regular readers because it's about musicians and most assumed that, not being musicians, it wouldn't be interesting.  But I didn't write the book for musicians.  I mean, if you're a musician, there are in-jokes and things you're going to get - but in the long run, the book is really written for people who like fantasy.

Being about a musician running a studio for practicing musicians, I included a traditional muse, a traditional satyr and a traditional siren - all musical creatures from Greek fantasy literature.  So its really a fantasy novel mixed in with stories about trying, failing, falling apart and falling in love.  Hell, there's a fistfight in it.

You guys should buy that book.  And then tell your friends.

Why on earth, my lovely friends, do you think I hammer away at this blog all the time.  It's to convince you that I can write.  It's to reassure you that if I have a book in the works, I'm going to work hard on it.  I'm going to fix all the little details about falling off wagons and the titling.  I'm going to bounce things around online so that you'll help me make it better and stronger and more interesting.

I'm not the least concerned about someone seeing the cover of the book and making a decision on the title.  I want an impression, I want to see what it conjures up in the minds of the blog readers so that I can see how to fit the actual content of the book more into the direction that will appeal to people.  It isn't the title that matters, but what you've all said about what you all hope to find inside.

I'll do my best, my honest, level best, to ensure that what you find inside is good.

No matter what the title is.

Let me round this post off with a couple of review for Pete's Garage for those who missed it, who probably don't have a Goodreads account.  Not 100% positive, but nothing ever is.  I'm happy people read it: