Writing

Writing desk with open notebook, pen, tea, books, lamp, and handwritten pages

Plucking away again.

I know I shouldn’t, but I have been using one of my AI systems for Therapy. I have not prompted it to react in a therapist way, but instead told it that I needed to just express somethings without getting solutions.
I was not expecting much but it did help to get things off my mind. I know I should have checked if my Insurance covered therapy, but when your in a slump, you really don’t want to call and check these things. And you really don’t want to go out to do more, it’s exhausting as it is.

I am not back to 100%, maybe not even 75%, but it has been good to get my mind moving again.

I have started (and stopped) writing again multiple times. Sometimes I want to work on my second Sisak book, and sometimes I want to work on my Gateways Book. For a couple of months I found some mindless numeric work to do, readjusting monsters for a game I am making. It all depended on how much energy and focus I was able to muster up at the time.

I reread and rewrote certain chapters multiple times. Because now it can be harder to focus on reading without editing. Most days I can’t just look at text and stay awake. I have to be actively editing something to keep the focus.

Good news is I am writing again. Slowly but surely, and this should help a bit. Hopefully I will become more regular about this.

For those not in the know my Writing projects include:

  • Second Sisak book (Temporarily named “The Wax Seal“) a direct sequel to The Sisak Tower, my first book.
  • Gateways, a complete rewrite of something I wrote when I was in Highschool. It involves an autistic protagonist, and deals with mental health in a modern fantasy setting.
  • This Blog
  • Baldwin Games; My blog on historical and fantasy tabletop and board games.
  • My School newspaper, the SAIS Bullseye. This year I have some student journalists to help alleviate the workload.

And, yes all of them went on hiatus due to both my arm and my own mental health after my father’s passing.

What I have been feeling:

I wouldn’t describe it as depression so much. In my mind depression is very negative and self-depreciating. “I hate myself, and the world would be better without me” kind of thoughts. I have never felt that, though I know in my youth my mother feared I did.

I used to get sad about things alot. Mostly about why I was different, saw things differently, or didn’t understand other kids. But never really depressed.

What I have been feeling lately is more numbness. I know I should be having strong feelings, and they do pop up, but mostly, I just needed to stare at something and shut off my brain for weeks at a time. Which can be hard to do when you are responsible for the mental and physical wellbeing of four other human beings under your roof.

So I would find ways to vegetate. My Youtube feed became quite political, which made things harder to deal with. I tried to fight back by searching up religion, or old style cartoon shows or really anything but politics. I failed to replace the algorithms choices completely, there is still a lot of negativity showing up there (A lot of hate towards D&D lately, and still American politics)

So I am going to continue to pluck away at what is helping, even if it is slow.

Mother and child playing video game on television in living room

The draw of Oldschool.

With Sony’s new policy coming out about physical games, and the push of AI into every aspect of our life, I am starting to feel old and worried about the future. In My last post I talked about motivation in writing, and how everything is now about monetization. I worry about that.

I have spent the summer break in a bit of a slump. I brushed off my RPG Maker program (I old school it with the 2003 version). I have been tinkering with a remake version of one of my favourite games. I have been adding functions I wanted in it, and saving it locally. No AI, no pressure, just tinker, and retinker.

This game has be remade many times by the owning company. They have released Mangas, Novelettes and spin off games in the same world. They have created wonderful Lore and extensions for this game. So I have decided to write ideas from the spin off, and extended media and add them to my version of the game. I have also taken time in the past to write world notes for D&D (BECMI if your interested in editions), to use it in that game if I ever start playing again. I may give more details on my other blog: Baldwin Games.

I know I cannot release the game. I know that would be illegal. But the point is not to release the game. Working on it helps me defocus, and just do work for the sake of having a project. I believe it was Adam Savage who said that when you finish a project, you feel a bit empty and need to move onto another project because finishing was never the reason for the project in the first place.

I remember someone, several people actually, in my past trying to explain meditation. They tried to explain how you sit, and focus on your breathing, and let your mind become empty. It has never been possible for me. I have heard that ADHDers and Autistics have difficulty with this. The thing is, you ask us to focus on our breathing. Then our mind does that. We ask if we are breathing right. Should we speed up, or slow down? Are we breathing in the right way? Is it in the nose and out the mouth, in the mouth and out the nose? Or it is in the mouth and out the mouth?

By time we get to the spot where we are copying what everyone else is doing, we try to move into the empty your mind part and a thousand questions fill our mind: How? why does my toe tickle? Did I brush my hair this morning? Why is everyone looking so calm? Why don’t I feel calm yet? Is that a fly buzzing around? I can hear their breathing. Why does she/he breathe so funny?

My father used to tinker or putter in his workshop all the time. When I look back at it, this was the closest he could get to meditation. I am the same. I putter away, and tinker all the time. I don’t have his workshop, and I wish I did. I miss sitting in his workshop with the radio playing. My puttering is writing, editing, making games, crafting, or one of a million no-consequence problems in my life that needs a solution or fix.

I have also been playing on the PlayStation with my daughter. I have tried to play toys with her, but I struggle with dolls, and social role-plays. I have no idea what to do. I will hold Ken while Barbie lists a few things to do, and so I will try to have Ken do these things, but they never seem to be right, and I don’t really know what to make him say. You would think my D&D experience would help with this, but it doesn’t much. The problem is there is no problem. Ken isn’t there to fix anything or to make anything better, he is there to exist in her area. I don’t know what to do with that.

The game we have been playing is Lego Worlds. We started with the Adventure mode, and we got to a spot where we are supposed to wander aimlessly and look for golden bricks to move on. I would get bored or lost, and just wander aimlessly. Then she discovered one of the worlds that gave us the option for “Sandbox mode”.

This one I enjoy. We put our house on top of a Hoodoo like stone pillar. I then build roads connecting all of these stone pillars. We have then started adding buildings to our sky city. We have an art school, a Cafe, a deli, a few homes for NPCs, a Cloud Castle, and a Bank. I have been making these glass bottomed paths and plazas so that the light can still pass through our city and get to the plants. It is something I can tinker at non stop.

My daughter get s a bit frustrated though. When the sun goes down in the game, her she puts her character to bed. That’s what people do at night, right? But here’s the thing. If we both go to bed, the night doesn’t disappear in the game. so we sit in real life waiting for the night to pass. I chose not to participate in this after the 4th or 5th night. I stay up building all night (in game).

My frustration is not connected to the game play. For reasons, my PlayStation account is the one with the bank information and PlayStation online etc. My 8 year old daughter cannot play Lego by logging into her PlayStation account. I have been asking the kids to play on their accounts so as not to delete my save files, and you need at least 2 accounts because you cannot have more than 1 account connected to a controller at a time. But if the children want to play, they have to log into my account, then log into their account to open the game. If they turn on the machine and immediately open their own account, the PlayStation tells them that they don’t have access to the game until my account is logged into.

Effectively they are saying that unless an 8 year old buys her own copy of the game, she needs her Dad to start things first. But not just Lego: Bluey, and Peppa Pig, and Paw Patrol. All games I would never play on my own, and games that are age appropriate, need to be logged into from my account before she can play. The account with games that are not age appropriate for her in it.

Let’s put this into tabletop logic. It’s the same as if she wanted to play Monopoly with her sister, but cannot start until Dad unlocks the cabinet with Roulette in it first. (Dad can we play the spinning wheel game with the money?)

And look I know young children should not have unrestricted access to video games all the time, but that’s for the parents to regulate, not the game console. I am also aware that not all parents are willing to parent, not the point.

In all of this, I have had little focus to spare on the books I am writing, because they require thinking on my part at this point and I just want to defocus and relax.

I hope everyone’s summer has been one of relaxation and renewal. Jury’s out on mine so far.

Long Time…

It has been nearly 2 months since I was able to write anything. I have gone back and read my work, and edited it, don’t get me wrong about that. But I have not been able to focus well enough to create in a while. I miss it.

Part of my difficulty has been low level depression. When I am overwhelmed, and near shut down for long enough, depression kicks in. I have had to deal with this before. I am not alone in the autistic community facing it.

I get rest each day. That resets me to just above shut down. Then I work my way through the day. Sometimes when I get home, I cannot function. I need rest, but my over-whelming sense of responsibility keep me from doing so.

My family needs me to work for our survival. The kids I care for at work need me.

I need rest.

Today as I was walking with my family, my mind began wandering. I remembered a situation from about a decade ago. I had a co-worker who was a friend of my wife’s. Her child was in my class. In general he was a good kid.

My family had gone to a swimming pool and My wife’s friend and her son had been invited along. I think there were other friends invited too, I’m not sure.

A long time ago I mentioned my sensitivity with my face. But to reiterate: I cannot stand water splashing on my face or wind blowing on my face. Wind is not as bad as water, but both cause a panic attack on me. I can’t even face my shower. I have to wash my face with a wet cloth.

Anyways, while swimming, the boy began playfully splashing at me. I asked him to stop. That seemed to encourage him, and he splashed me more. I gave him a big splash and dove under the water to swim away. As soon as I came up, he splashed me in my face again. I asked him to stop again and tried to get away, when he splashed my face again, and I called out (unfortunately loud enough for the entire swimming pool to hear) “I SAID STOP!”

His mom came and took him, and the following year they moved him out of our school. I hope that this had nothing to do with me calling him out like that. But I was at my wits end. An 8 year old boy had nearly incited a meltdown from a 40 year old man.

I sometimes wonder why people do that. When asked to stop something, they push harder. I understand he was a child, but I find adults do similar things. Sometimes, it’s easier to avoid people. Trying to talk to them can be exhausting. Often times, I don’t even have the energy for the initial request to stop. It’s just easier to hide.

Years ago, the school I was at brought a psychiatrist to the school to talk about Mental health. I admitted publicly that I was tired. I was responsible for so many things. These included finances, the well-being of my wife and children, and caring for my in-laws at the time. I didn’t want to insinuate that I wanted help. I just wanted someone to know that it was exhausting. The psychiatrist took it to mean that I wished that the others would go out and earn a living. I did not want that. I knew the situations made it impossible. I understood why it had to be me at the time. So, I felt again misunderstood and looked over.

I have been feeling like in my exhaustion, I am making a lot of stupid mistakes lately. Like above, I am not able to communicate my concerns and feelings well and others are misunderstanding them. This makes me feel worse and deepens the depression.

Sorry. I am not making a clear focused article today. I just need to rest and clear my mind.

Hopefully I will be able to think straight again before another 2 months pass.