For a number of years, on and off, I've been writing articles and game reviews for a British Xbox fansite. This has pretty much been the only effort to develop my writing since I graduated in 2003, and although I seem to be generally well regarded by my small readership, I do worry that I should be doing more.
2003 was also the year that I lost my father. I held myself together somehow; the worst year of my life was, in the end, the most productive and memorable of them all. My name became a little longer. I became a father (of the step variety). Rob and I bested the hounds and bears of Transylvania. And Sarah, my solace and salvation, gave me my soul.
The 5 years since then have been happy ones. However, if Spaced taught us anything, it's that contentment is the enemy of achievement. So I worry: when someone on www.britxbox.co.uk says that my "review skillz are too awesome for this place" (thank you, MoBiUGeArSkIn), does he have a point?
I do love writing my reviews, and I'm thankful that the community of BXB appears to respect my efforts. I will continue to contribute there for as long as they allow me to, but the desire to produce something less ephemeral continues to gnaw.
I have an idea for a novel. I've been thinking about it for a while, but now...well, I've committed the suggestion to the internet, haven't I? Perhaps that vague promise will encourage me to realise the ambition. If you're wondering what the idea is, know this: it will have zombies. It will have robots. And that is all I shall tell you.
Incidentally, my latest review (for Golden Axe: Beast Rider) is available here.
2003 was also the year that I lost my father. I held myself together somehow; the worst year of my life was, in the end, the most productive and memorable of them all. My name became a little longer. I became a father (of the step variety). Rob and I bested the hounds and bears of Transylvania. And Sarah, my solace and salvation, gave me my soul.
The 5 years since then have been happy ones. However, if Spaced taught us anything, it's that contentment is the enemy of achievement. So I worry: when someone on www.britxbox.co.uk says that my "review skillz are too awesome for this place" (thank you, MoBiUGeArSkIn), does he have a point?
I do love writing my reviews, and I'm thankful that the community of BXB appears to respect my efforts. I will continue to contribute there for as long as they allow me to, but the desire to produce something less ephemeral continues to gnaw.
I have an idea for a novel. I've been thinking about it for a while, but now...well, I've committed the suggestion to the internet, haven't I? Perhaps that vague promise will encourage me to realise the ambition. If you're wondering what the idea is, know this: it will have zombies. It will have robots. And that is all I shall tell you.
Incidentally, my latest review (for Golden Axe: Beast Rider) is available here.
