A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
As far as hobbits goes, Mentha had always been peculiar. It seemed like she was always missing and nor fences, duties or excellent company could keep her at one place for more than a minute. She was drawn to new places, her heart sighing for adventures and her feet itching to go.
“Who would be surprised? It runs in the family,” the neighbours would say to one another over the hedges. “One day she’ll get herself in trouble, that silly girl.”
Hi there, so here’s a letter from the deepest cavern of flu. I’ve been ill over and over again this winter and lately struck down by the meanest flu in the world. I’ve been sick for two weeks and are almost well again. Phew.
I want to tell you all about what’s happening since I haven’t posted in a while. A lot is going on actually.I’ve been working really hard on my game and in January I went to a reception with some people from the local game industry. My game The Cursed One now has its own website thecursedone.com and I’ve even got some business cards printed. The site still needs some work and doesn’t look perfect at phones but it’s a start. I’ll be posting news, updates and develop the site as I work so be sure to take a look. I’m considering making a ‘sign me up for a newsletter when the demo arrives’ kinda thing. Could be awesome. My goal is to release the free demo at the end of May. I’ve also made a thread on the amazing board Exilian, where I will try to update you on my developing process and share some inside stuff.
Another thing happening right now is that I’m taking a big step and will make my own business and work freelance.I’ve been searching for a job for a very long time, so now I’m super hooked to try to scrap up some minor jobs and see if I can make a living out of it. I have a degree in business communications and will be working mainly with texts in my native language. But if you have anything you want translated from English to Danish I might be interested.
I’ve also come up with some ideas for workshops for teens about non-linear storytelling and working with Twinery. Workshops that I might be able to sell to schools, I have many ideas and are excited to try them out.
So, a lot is happening thoughI’m not posting stories or texts here. Most of my writing these days are dialogue for the game. I’m battling sickness to try to work on my projects and business.Can’t wait to see how all this turns out.
Now I’m gonna crawl to bed with my new copy of Turtles all the way down and enjoy John Green’s amazing writing.
I’ve recently been on a course on how to write scripts for games and making games in RPG Maker MV. It was so much fun, amazing and creative people and a whole lot of work. On the course I began working on a game demo that will become a whole game. These days I spend most of my time working on the game demo.There’s a reception in January so that’s my deadline – sort of. RPG Maker MV is a great programme allowing people to create games without having to worry about programming or making graphics (super useful to someone like me that can do neither). The possibilities are many, I’ve chosen to make an adventure game like the old Legend of Zelda games or Pokémon. The battle style is much like the one in the old Pokémon games, due to the battle options with the standard programme. I’ll make more posts about the game, the story and the release so be sure to come back another day.
I’ve recorded a small cut scene that introduces a mini-quest of saving a wood cutter from some ghosts. (Please look past the grammar error. The video has no sound.)
Mike Williams did not wish for much. Most people dreamed of being millionaires, big celebrity stars or famous artists but Mike never had,he simply could not see the point of it. He thought it must be absolutely awful to be a celebrity and not having a private life at all. Or at least, having to struggle to have one. No, Mike liked being able to enjoy his front garden without being attacked by paparazzi or to go to the garden centre without being tackled by crazy stalkers.
It wasn’t that Mike didn’t have dreams. He dreamed of owninga lawn tractor. And when he dreamed big, he dreamed of owning a big lawn tractor.
A year ago, I joined Mastodon and an instance recommended for me. It was a perfect match. At that time, I was in a very dark place. I had been through a traumatic birth and my one-month old baby was not an easy one.In fact, the first three months were hell. I didn’t meet much understanding from my surroundings, nobody seems to get that I was in another situation than just “babies are tough”. I’m not going into details, not now anyway, but it was a dark place and I was down. Very down.
Joining Mastodon gave me a place to vent out my frustrations,and not just that, it gave me understanding and supporting people, always ready to give a warm reply. It gave me people to talk to when I had to stay awake at4 am. That instance has been a safe place when I needed it the most.
Soon it became a place with friends and all the creative and especially the writing people at my instance inspired me to find the joy of writing again. To be playful and not care about if it was good enough, as long as I did it. I found my way back to creativity and a way to be ‘me’ again and not just milking machine-mom.
Mastodon has given me an insight to different communities of people and have widened my horizon. I know more, I think more, and I care more.
1 year ago I was in a dark place. I’m not gonna say that people on Mastodon saved me, but they have shaped my life and boosted me in a direction that I don’t think I would necessary have found without them.
Thanks for a wonderful year of support, creativity, insights,knowledge and friendships. Especially thanks to my instance admin and love to the people on it.
So my old website #amwriting is now relocated to this beauty CyberNuhn! I did this for several reasons, including not being satisfied with the CMS system used. And now I have my own site, yay!
I’ve moved all my posts and texts, so they’re not gone. I try to be better at using categories and tags to help you and me navigate all the posts. If you need an advice on how to find something, you can find help at the Where to start? page.
Also, now comments are enabled! Feel free to leave a comment at my texts, especially if you liked it ^.^
I hope this new and improved version of my site will help blog and post more frequently and not only texts but hopefully blog posts about my creative projects too.
I’ve just been on a course on how to write and make games using RPG Maker MV and I’m working on releasing a game demo later. I’m so excited and can’t wait to show you! Guess that’s all for now. Thanks for reading along and welcome to the brand new CYBERNUHN!
P.S. If you have a good idea for an awesome tagline please leave a comment.
I am a volunteer at a Danish online project for vulnerable young people.Here I’ve been a chat counsellor, and I blog about my experiences e.g.my depression when I was a teenager and how I recovered. I recently began to tell about my experience as being a highly sensitive person and how I tackle my everyday life.I asked at Mastodon if anyone would be interested in a translated blog post about HSP, and here it is 😊
I’m a highly sensitive person – are you?
Years ago, I stumbled across the book The Highly Sensitive Personby Elaine N. Aron and suddenly a lot of pieces fell into place. Most of my life I have felt wrong and different, and I have often thought “what on Earth is wrong with me?”. Nothing, it turned out, I’m just highly sensitive.
Mike Williams had never had a vivid imagination. As a kid, he didn’t
have an imaginary friend and when he was playing with his sister he had a
hard time keeping up with her imagination. Where she saw a spaceship on
a mission, he saw a bed. Where she saw a dangerous cave in need of
exploration, he saw a closet. In his teens, one of his friends
invited him to join a live roleplay game. He wanted to see something
else than nerds in homemade costumes, but he just couldn’t. He went down
with a bored face, eaten by a large troll. Mike was impressed by
people who could just turn on their imagination, he was sure their
worlds was a little bit more fun, but generally, he didn’t care that
much. He was content with his life and his garden.
Felix would never forget the first time he put on the glitter and
accessories, he felt invincible. Since that first night, he had sneaked
out more times than he could count, always terrified that the others
would discover him. It wasn’t just a dress up, it was a new identity, a
bulletproof amour. When he entered that bar, he entered a new world. One night he was almost caught by one of the other horses in the stable but he managed to get away with his sparkles and horn.