While everyone else is lying today this post will only be about true things. Or is it?
Plans for this month
Season 6 of the Lunar Awards has started, its a writing contest on substack that helped get me to start posting one off fiction here. I have a nearly finished short story I’ve been sitting on that I might try to wrap up for the contest, about a certain mouse’s introduction to the public domain this year.
The biggest obstacle will be working to stay on top of my regularly scheduled writing and other obligations so I can have the time to dedicate to this. So nothing out of the ordinary.
There was also a post I would have liked to do last month as the timing would have been fitting, but being a more academic post it ended up needing more time to reach a presentable state and attending a convention didn’t leave me with enough time for that. I’m hoping I can get it out this month.
Hyperion’s story will also be continuing along the usual every other week schedule.
Recap of last month
I ended up playing and getting fixated on Pyre, which is an excellent game that you should play.
A highlight of March for me was definitely attending PAX East, which also left me with little time to write during it, so I wrote a quick post about it covering my experience with a day by day recap.
March was a quiet month for Battles Beneath the Stars, but I was able to get Hyperion’s story started. It was a bit of a closer call than I’d like but I was able to send it out and people seem happy with it.
That’s all for now, thank you for being subscribed to the Warthog Report
When we are young we feel that the path should be clear with no obstacles in our way. The only environment in the natural world where this would hold true is in an arid desert, devoid of all life. So the path disappears again and again from view. There will be many times when we simply do not know how to proceed, where to go. Again, these are the times when we push through despite the fact that we do not know where the path will lead us. These are the times on the journey of life where all we can reasonably do is to simply stand in the ground of our own life, our own being, without trying to abstract ourselves into a strategic future so that we don’t have to deal with the heartbreak of our lives; a vain attempt to escape the reality of our life. Life is complex. Each of us must make his or her own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another. The journey of life is not paved with blacktop; it is not brightly lit and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness. But, if we know exactly where we are going, exactly how to get there, and exactly what we’ll see along the way, we won’t learn anything.
And as we get older, there comes a point in our lives when all we can reasonably do is simply stop and stand where we are and realise that we, ourselves, are the journey- that the mere fact that we sought a path, a way through the darkness is enough. There is beauty and courage in that; the fact that we tried to seek a way through the wilderness. The most important lesson here is that the journey or path, itself, is really the goal- not some faraway abstract destination in the remote future or lofty ideas of becoming ‘enlightened’.