The Miracle of Social Networking

            Today I have no choice but to talk about the miracle of social networking. Those of you who know me well will find it astonishing that I have anything positive to say about anything containing the word ‘social’ – it’s true that I’d be perfectly happy living in a cave somewhere were it not for the bugs, lack of food and the absence of internet – but sometimes even I have to point out the merits.

            A couple weeks ago, I discovered the Dragons Fan Page on Facebook through a couple of author friends I met on Authonomy. After clicking the Like button on the page, I discovered that the person running the page sometimes posted links to the artists’ whose work was being displayed and, sometimes, models or figurines were posted as well as pictures. They also had 18000 people following their page and the wheels in by brain started to turn...

            You see, for the past month I've been sitting on a pile of pictures of my chainmaille dragons, waiting for the time to edit them and put them on my website. Well, now that I'm moved I found that I had time, so I prepared the pictures and had the adorable little dragons for sale on my website on Monday morning and announced their arrival on Ringcrafts’ Facebook page in the afternoon. That evening, shortly before going to bed, I sent a message to the Dragons Fan Page, asking if they might share a picture of my chainmaille dragons with a link to my work.

            I woke up Tuesday morning to quite the shock! The number of Likes on my page had gone from 76 to well over 400! Not only that, but I had tons of comments and questions to reply to, as well as several orders. Throughout the day, more questions and orders came in and the Likes on my page steadily rose until there were more than 550. All thanks to the kind person running the Dragon’s Fan Page who was nice enough to help me out and, of course, Lindsey and Sophie who inadvertently led me to the page.

            So, in the span of 24 hours, Ringcrafts went from being known by a few people here and there to being known by a good deal more people, scattered around the world. I'm amazed and delighted to say that the numbers are still climbing.

            This ties into something that I've learned from the authors on Authonomy. If you want to make a living as an artist, you need to turn yourself into a brand. As I am most certainly an artist – the only careers I considered after my childhood whims of being a veterinarian, a spy or a detective were author, musician/singer, music teacher, and chainmailler – I took this advice to heart. That’s why this blog is linked to both Authonomy (where you will find my book) and to my website. Not only that, but Authonomy links to here and my website, my website links to here and my Facebook page and my Facebook page links to my website. Everything is interconnected and it is easy for someone who likes some of my art to find the rest of it. In fact, some of you reading this may have found this blog through the events I've just been talking about!

            I can’t even begin to describe how much it means to an artist to have someone buy and enjoy their products. You see, the thing is that artists don’t create their works to make money, they make money so they can create their works that they hope other people will enjoy. Nothing is more important to an artist than the knowledge that their art has brought joy to someone else and, as such, there is no greater gift you can give an artist than a compliment on what they created or – better yet – buying it so they can continue creating.

            I hope for a world where, someday, all artists can make a living doing what they love. Until that happens, you should buy loads of chainmaille from me and pester publishers to publish my books.

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Time

            Time is a funny thing. It’s something we rely on so much, yet it never seems to be consistent. Sometimes it flies by, while other times it drags on and on. A year will fly by or feel like forever. Is it so surprising that time grabs the interest of so many people?

            My opinion is that time doesn't really exist. It is merely a term humans have invented to satisfy our need to measure and quantify everything. But not everything can be measured, at least not with any means we currently have. I’ll admit that something resembling time must exist, but it is far too abstract and strange for us to understand with our current knowledge and abilities.

            I recently saw a video on YouTube that explained that, while we claim to live in the present, we actually experience things in the past – a moment after they occur. This is caused by the time it takes our senses to transmit their information to our brains. It isn't very much time, but it isn't instantaneous either, which is enough to make a difference. That’s how we sometimes know what’s going to happen a moment before it does. It also explains déjà vu; sometimes the order in which we perceive things gets mixed up, so part of our brain thinks something already happened – which, technically, it did. Or, of course, it could always be a change in the program of the Matrix.

            A common way of describing time is as the fourth dimension. This does make a lot of sense, especially if you watch a video I found years ago called Imagining the Tenth Dimension. It explains how all of existence (and possible existence), at least to our current level of understanding, can be said to exist within ten dimensions. The video describes this extremely well, using dots, lines, branches and folds, then repeating. I’d explain it to you myself, but the video does it better. It also touches very lightly on hypothetical time travel.

            Ahh, time travel. It has been dreamed about for centuries! What if we could go back and change something, or go forwards to see the future? The dreamers have popped up with dozens of theories about the possibilities of how timelines work. Is there just one timeline, where if someone changed the past, they already did it in the present so it can’t really change anything? Or are there multiple dimensions, born from the decisions people make, where every time something is changed millions of new dimensions are created? Perhaps everything that is, has or will ever happen is happening all at once, or time is like a vast sea we are weaving our way through, constantly doubling back but never crossing over. Then there’s the theory that with every moment that passes, the universe is destroyed and remade.

            Maybe time just doesn't exist, or is an entity too complex for us to comprehend.

            Time is a funny thing. It’s something we rely on so much, yet it never seems to be consistent. A year ago (minus two days) I got married and the year almost felt like a year. Almost, but it was still on the short side. Where does the time go when it’s not around here?

Click here to find the charity anthology containing a couple of my short stories.

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Moving Day!

            Ahhh, moving day! Yesterday was moving day for me, which is why this blog is coming out a little later than usual – sorry to anyone it confused. One thing I've decided, though, is if I want to really get into shape, I’ll become a mover.

            Nope, not happening. Never. My muscles say once was more than enough. They have also threatened to mutiny if I ever move into (or out of, in this case) an apartment building again. Particularly the top floor.

            I'm told that moving can be very stressful – it certainly was for Colleen – but I don’t see it myself. Perhaps that’s because everything I do, moving included, is rather abnormal. For one thing, I've technically been in the process for months, and I don’t mean just packing. You see, since it was my parents’ house we were moving into, Colleen and I have been bringing boxes over since our roommate confirmed he was buying a house with his fiancée. This, in my opinion, is a far more sensible way to move than the usual do-it-all-at-once method because you don’t need as many people and you spread all the work out over more time. Then there is only one trip with all the big furniture and you’re done! Time to unpack!

            Granted, not many people have this option available. I've only ever moved twice in my life (excluding when I was too young to remember) and it was either out of or into my parents’ house. The result being that I have always had the freedom to move at any pace that works.

            My parents are awesome, by the way. And I'm not just saying that because they read this blog – they really are! I mean, not only did they let us move back in, but they gave us two rooms instead of the one we were expecting! Plus they entirely fixed up the bedroom for us (okay, so we helped with that, but they didn't even ask us to). This is only one instance of their awesomeness (my friends were always jealous that I had the best parents ever), but this isn't a blog about them, so I’ll stop boring you.

            I think that’s about it for today. Moving has occurred. All is well. Time to finish unpacking then get back to work as usual. Moral of the story: always move in or out of your parents’ house (or don’t move at all).

Click here to find the charity anthology containing a couple of my short stories.

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Blogging

            This is my fourteenth blog and what am I blogging about? Blogging. Why? Well, because I’m extremely tired and it’s the best idea I have right now.

            When I started off this blog, I had no idea what I was doing. Okay, so I still have no idea what I’m doing, but I'm getting better at hiding it. The biggest difference between then and now is that back then I wrote my blogs in advance. When I posted my first blog I already had four more lined up and ready to go. Now I stay up late Sunday nights throwing something together as fast as I can, hoping that my brain will produce something legible. Yet, somehow, the last minute ones seem to be better...

            Blogging is a great exercise, though, and a challenge – at least for me. Until you try it, you never realise how hard it is to come up with a topic every week that will be interesting or entertaining to other people. Of course, after you come up with a topic, you still have to write about it, sometime requiring research just to make sure you know enough about what you’re saying that you sound like you actually know what you’re talking about. I now have a great admiration for people who manage to post more than once a week. On the other hand, there are a lot of people out there far more opinionated than me and with a lot more to say.

            It saddens me, really, that blogging has such a bad rap. There is so much out there making fun of blogs – my roommate even has a t-shirt that says, “More people have read this shirt than have read your blog” – that most people assume all blogs are bad without ever having read one. Not only that, but some people are afraid of blogging because of the image associated with it. But there’s really a lot of high quality information and opinions out there on blogs, if you can find it. I wonder how many more people would read them and much more wonderful content there would be if there blogs had a better reputation.

            In closing I must say, yo dawg, I heard you liked blogs so I blogged about my blog so you can read about my blog while reading my blog.

            Yes, I'm so tired right now that that’s the funniest thing in the world.

Click here to find the charity anthology containing a couple of my short stories.

If there's any subject you'd like to see me ramble on about, feel free to leave a comment asking me to do so.

Books vs Video Games

            An argument has been popping up over and over for the last couple decades: books versus video games. The arguments go along these lines: Books have greater intellectual value, are thought provoking, influential on society, entertaining and they stimulate the imagination far more. Video games can improve hand-eye co-ordination and reflexes, be played socially, are interactive, entertaining and challenging. My question is, why are we comparing them?

            I've spent a lot of my life playing video games and reading and I love both forms of entertainment. Each has its merits and neither can really be compared to the other. Sure, they have similarities, but in my opinion they complement each other more than anything else.

            What got me thinking about this was when I started playing through Final Fantasy IX and Colleen, periodically looking up from whatever she was doing to watch the game, suddenly said, “This game’s a lot like reading a book!” My reply was, “Of course! Video games are the bridge between books and movies.” They really are. It’s like watching a book where you can take control of the characters.

            So why, if video games are a combination of two of the world’s most popular forms of entertainment, won’t they ever take over the entire entertainment industry? Because they can never replace either of them. Let’s take a comparison of books and movies as an example. When have you ever read a book, then gone to the movie and been entirely happy with what you saw? I can’t say I've ever heard anything other than “the book was better”. The reason for this is because there is just too much information in a book to translate into a movie; all that can be done is an interpretation of the book. The same is true of video games – they can fit in more information than movies, but never as much as books.

            At this point you might say, well, it sounds like books are better, to which I reply, no; they’re just different. Books rely on your imagination, which is great, but sometimes people actually want to see that amazing setting or action scene. Video games feel more like you’re doing something and take more concentration (unless you’re reading while there’s a lot of background noise or buzzing flies). The closest a book can get to giving you a choice is with those ‘choose your own adventure’ books and the only way a book can improve your reflexes is if you have a lot of flies you need to swat.

            You can say books deal with important topics – games frequently do, too. Most games deal with morality issues, I’ve played games dealing with handling finances, environmental issues, racism – just about anything books can cover. Books teach you things – if you play the right games, they do as well. It all comes down to choice; what you choose to play, what you choose to read, what you choose to read and play.

            As an author, I also have to look at plot lines and characters. Some of the characters I've become the most attached to are in games. Some of the greatest stories I've ever come across were in also in video games – they even inspire some of my own writing. I currently have the good fortune of working behind the scenes on a video game. I'm on the writing team for an upcoming game called Anaria Online and, let me tell you, it has been far more challenging to work out the plot lines for even a small portion of this game than it has to write three complete books. I’d go so far as to say that I'm becoming a far superior book writer through my work on this game.

            So, readers, before you harp on video games, I suggest educating yourselves. Sit down with a game (an RPG would be best, such as Final Fantasy or Assassins’ Creed) and play through it. Gamers, just read a book. Most of you have done it before, you just need to find one that you love to remind you how much you enjoy reading. Then we can just stop comparing these two wonderful entertainment mediums and perhaps find ways of making them work together even more than they already do.

Click here to find the charity anthology containing a couple of my short stories.

If there's any subject you'd like to see me ramble on about, feel free to leave a comment asking me to do so.