The Aelyrian Patrick Lenton is currently trying to escape a stampede of lizard-dogs. Cool, I wish him the best. Meanwhile, real-life Patrick is also feeling a little like he’s in the middle of a stampede. OK – this tense is annoying, I’m switching over.
There’s a lot going on at the moment – looking for a new house, packing up the old one, winding up my old workplace, launching a new business, etc etc. It could be described as a stampede of small lizard-dogs, in the sense that there’s things happening all around me and if I slow down, they will probably swamp me and I will die. I’m not complaining – I’m enjoying the majority of the lizard-dogs, to be honest.
Patrick in the game is not enjoying his lizard-dog stampede. He’s left the city for the first time in his adult life, met some weird travel companions and now this. Poor guy. I wonder if he’ll be traumatised. I have a feeling I might be traumatised. And he is supposed to be me. Or maybe I’d become stronger. It’s difficult to know, because the little struggles and the personal victories that I’m proud of in my life are so removed from something as fantastical as ‘escaped a stampede of lizard-dogs’. That seems monumental. Or perhaps in that world, it’s not. Perhaps that’s common-place. Maybe it’s weird if you HAVEN’T been involved in a lizard-dog stampede. Has anyone noticed how much I’m enjoying writing the phrase ‘lizard-dog stampede?’
The title of my little plot in Aelyria is ‘Small Adventures’, and I’m suddenly struck with how suitable that would have been as a title for the entire HELLO INTERNET BOY project. I wasn’t really able to understand just how long and how much writing I’d have to do to carry out 50 posts over a year. It’s ended up a little bit more diary-esque than I’d perhaps have wanted, or at least planned in the beginning, but I’m kind of OK with it now. It’s so interesting to be able to go back and track all the small adventures I’ve been having. It reminds me of LiveJournal, except it’s not horribly angsty and I won’t wake up one night in my mid twenties, suddenly remembering that I have one and panic delete it. These micro-non-fictions aren’t polished, but they generally have more thought put into them than a journal entry. I hope that I’ll stand by the majority of them. I should probably read them over again.