BD Wilson

I’ve been following a number of shows on the Escapist for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve linked to any of them here before.

The newest show on my “must-see” roster is Extra Credits. I came to this one late.  I think it started during a brieft period where I wasn’t checking in on the shows. In January I clicked on their Piracy episode, since it was a topic being discussed in writing circles, and I wanted to listen to the video game take. After I watched it, I watched every episode they’d already posted.

Their latest episode at this moment is an excellent open letter to EA Marketing, but I’m going to embed one of my favourite episodes so far: Choice and Conflict.
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There was grass growing between the crumbled paving stones of the temple. Xue blinked her eyes and reached out, catching one long blade between her fingertips. It whistled when she snapped it off at the base. The tinny notes of the picadenny carousel accompanied the wind. She held it until the first chorus finished, and then let it go.

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For the past few weeks, I have been trying a new toy: a LiveScribe Echo Pen. Except for NaNoWriMo, I love doing my first drafts by hand. There’s something about it that is different from typing them into the computer first, and when I tried to switch, it just didn’t work.

The downside, of course, is the extra time it takes to type the first draft into the computer, especially if you’re like me and like to keep track of your current word count. With the Echo pen, I can translate the handwriting into typed text, and it cut down that time. There’s still a bit of touch up — it always reads my sentences that start with “He” as “16” — and it’s forcing me to pay more attention to my handwriting than I otherwise would, but it’s been an beneficial addition to my process.

It will never teach me to stop crossing things out, however, so I’ll just have to get used to deleting the gibberish that results

The rabbit hopped up beside the bench, stuck its nose into Xue’s lunch container, and began to eat the leftover celery sticks. She froze, biology text in her lap, and planted her feet on the ground where they would not be tricked into swinging.

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When I awoke the next morning, the scent of smoke had been smoothed away by the rain. The fallen water eased the tension of the battle before. Guards on the walls joked with one another, using puddles of rain water to clean the soot and blood from their faces.

And here I thought my people had short memories.

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Diamond sat on the mailbox and watched as the new guy slipped his hand through a wall and pulled out a notice. It had the texture of an evening news report, but Diamond could see the corner markers. It was an access list compiled by Athena herself. Those weren’t easy to come by, and they sure as shit shouldn’t have been in a wall cache.

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