Write of Hand

I come to you today bearing proof that time isn't real, because apparently it has been over a month since I started this blog. Somehow it feels simultaneously like a million years ago, and like it was yesterday. It feels like everything except for the amount of time it actually has been. "Chill out, dude. It's only one month, and you skipped several weeks of it." Fine, it's not that big of a deal, but it did get me thinking about why I started this blog in the first place. No, I'm not talking about the need to externalize my inner dialogue so as to keep away the psychosis. I'm referring to the inciting incident in this hero's journey of disappointing proportions. The call to adventure that began the epic quest to the other room to sit in front of a blank page for indeterminate periods of time. The rousing battle cry that... Okay, you get the point. In fairness, I wasn't entirely sure where that last one was going anyway. There are limits, it se...

Okay, so I would be lying if I said that I didn't dream up this entry entirely because I came up with a marginally clever literary pun, and then found myself casting around for a topic befitting the title. But as I am a fan of bad puns, poetry, and tabletop role playing games, I decided to just roll with it. So, allow me to explain what this entry will be about for the two of you who are still here after my immaculate punning. Why is he yelling about Dragons? Why indeed, subheading? For those of you who know me, it's no secret (even if some of you wish it was) that I am one of those weird people who plays that game where people pretend to be dragons, or whatever. That's right! I'm talking about good, old-fashioned, Satan-summoning Dungeons and Dragons. I love D&D. I love it with all of my heart, soul, and checking account. I will talk about it with anyone unfortunate enough to bring up anything even remotely related, and I will talk until I see their eyes beg...

Welcome to Write of Hand! Before we start I want to be very clear: I have no idea what I'm doing with this blog. After all, it's no longer 2010 so I don't even know if people still use these. That isn't really the point though. Two of my favorite activities (often times pulling double duty as my least favorite activities) are thinking, and writing. Every once in a long while, I do both of them at the same time only to find that I have no outlet for them. I mean, I suppose I could become one of those people who spills their inner most thoughts and desires on to social media, airing their dirty laundry for all the world to see. Plenty of people do it, and I don't begrudge them that. In a way, I kind of even respect them for it. But my own feelings about social media can be aptly, if flippantly, summed up by one of my favorite Doctor Who quotes: Doctor: "Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the world-wide web. Stuck forever, crying out for help....