Wizened Beyond His Years
I’m getting older. I’m still young enough that I can spend recklessly without regards to a retirement fund, but I’m old enough that being an adult is an expectation, not an accomplishment. As one would expect, the older I am, the more I encounter people younger than me. The most frightening of these whippersnappers are the successful ones, especially those in my field/interests. There have been and are internet sensations half my age, and I cannot fathom what manner of demonic pacts made this happen.
When I was a boyish child, I once dreamed of becoming a famous author before I reached my twenties. I didn’t have celebrity influences and inspirations so much as I had baseless hatred for young authors who came before me. Christopher Paolini was one such author, his parents having published his Eragon series when he was 19. The success of his books resulted in him being named “youngest author of a bestselling series” by Guinness. I aspired to beat him, metaphorically and, if possible, physically.
Now that I’m well past the age of 19, that goal has come and gone, but I still take considerable petty comfort in knowing Paolini hasn’t done much with himself following Eragon. Where does that leave me, Solomon Rambling, creator of solomonrambling.com? Still searching for success. As I have said in previous journals: that’s okay. I may be getting older, but now that I don’t have a deadline to be famous before my twenties, I have ample time to get there before I’m dead.
Speaking of death, today’s video marks our first foray into Angels of Death. This may be a rough series as I struggle to provide commentary over a narrative-based game, but it’s all good practice. If you have thoughts on how I should practice, throw them my way.