Now, things have been weird. With all the talk of E3 and the generation of consoles I am missing, the first generation since consoles began in my family, I felt a bit nostalgic for some of the old systems. I dug around in my attic, where I am sure there is an original Xbox somewhere, hiding like a wanted criminal amongst dust and mite, waiting for a chance to make his move and ride a motorbike to Vienna. No, wait, wrong flashback.
There’s a store here that sells all sorts of second hand goods, from books to clothes, electronics and toys. I often go there when I’m in town because bargains can be amazing mood boosters, even though they do come with moral dilemmas often involving temporary joy and the need to eat precariously balanced on a scale with a fat sumo guy about to jump on one end of it. I can’t stop the fat sumo guy. He’s too big. I can direct his jump though. Today I chose the temporary joy/no food side when I saw my old buddy Raziel.
I’m soon going to start publishing my novel on Wattpad as a final Beta phase. I will use feedback from that to help shape the final edit.