I used to be a pretty avid D&D player many years ago. It got to the point where I wanted to run my own game. There were so many things that I wanted to do and implement into a game. Things that I wasn’t seen done by other DMs for whatever reason. There were so many things that I wanted to try and experiment with. I believed there was so much more to a D&D campaign than just rolling the dice and hitting monsters. I believed there could be more immersion.
I never got a chance to actually test to see if I was any good at running a campaign. Or if any of my ideas would actually been worth anything in an session. I I want to believe that they were good ideas, but who knows.
This daily write belongs to the first campaign idea I ever had, but never used.
There are days when I question the path I chose for my life. But I when I do, I can never figure out what would have been a better one.
Valentine Flowers
So I wrote a little sappy psuedopoem, which you can read here: http://houseofblueroses.blogspot.com/2012/02/daily-write-valentine-flowers.html
If you can’t guess, yeah, this little poem is about my dad. Last week, I ran into a nearby grocery store and the first thing I passed was all the candy that was lined up at the front door. My first reaction was not understanding why the huge push to sell candy. Then a huge smile came across my face. It was a week until Valentine’s! And within a matter of moments, I was sad. That day no longer held any type of joy for me any more.
It was going to be another day. No cards, no candy, no special plans. Just Tuesday. I have never felt mopey like this before. But I wallowed in that feeling for a few hours. Later that night, walking to my car, I remembered how I got flowers from my father every Valentine’s. They would be delivered to my school with a single balloon. No one else got flowers in class, except for me. I was the special girl that day. Even in high school, my dad would buy flowers for me and have them on the kitchen table, next to mom’s and my sister’s.
I don’t get flowers now. But it doesn’t matter. I know that things have not changed. I’m still the special girl in the class, even without the candy and dinner plans. My father made sure that I knew that.
A child said to me What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands.
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
-Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass
This post call ish is just that…ish. I’m starting a medical student union. This has to be illegal some how.
Two Choices
Been a while since I have done a Daily Write, so here is one for you called Two Choices. http://houseofblueroses.blogspot.com/2012/02/daily-write-two-choices.html
One thing that I like about the Korean drama that I’m watching (IRIS) is that they actually make me care about the couple. Sure I like the action part, with the car chases and shooting and all that. But the drama is good too. I don’t feel like I’m choking on glitter and pink fuzzies. I want to be able to write romance like that.
