There’s a reason I took a brief break from R9. I introduced two new characters, Nailah Barika, a black woman who is a former MMA fighter, and her nephew, Waitt Frode, a service tech for low-rent service-bots and who is on the autistic spectrum. There is also Esmay Kort, who is of Asian descent and Royce’s …
I can’t call you or give you a shoulder to cry on, but I can show that being depressed or lost or sad or whatever else I’ve been throughout this blog isn’t always a permanent thing. I want to encourage everyone as best I can.
The bot’s name is Milo, from RoboKind. He’s an advanced social robot that helps children with autism develop social skills and self-regulation techniques. RoboKind and Mark got the brilliant idea of setting up Milo to communicate with people at conventions since RoboKind attends quite a few throughout the year. The only problem, up until now, Milo didn’t respond to people asking questions. So Mark and a few other programmers put their heads together to solve this problem and I was brought into help with the response side using IBM’s Watson Conversation Service.
Joking aside, it was a rough month. On the one hand, Roger Wilco, the marketing firm I’m contracted with, have been teaching me another part of their business. The cognitive development side. They are certified IBM futurist, which means they have access to a lot of IBM stuff. This has brought some interesting projects to …
A lot of times when people hear Marketing, they think ad campaigns (both web and TV). It’s a buzzword that gets thrown around a lot. The simplest explanation is exposure. I’ll share a bit of what I do in terms of marketing.
I clung to the one avenue I thought was viable and lost sight of my original purpose for embarking on this game writer journey. Thinking back to that first GDC, and even before that, my end goal has always been to share stories by any means possible.
Inferiority Complex drove fear into my hands and froze my fingertips from typing. This complex was the reason I never touched the business cards I received and why I stopped attending GDC. It fed my self-loathing and partnered with my jealousy.
I debated whether or not to write this because I feel pretty dumb about it. I figured since I’ve been fairly open with you all so far, why stop now? First, let me talk about my irrational jealousy and how it contributed to my depression and stagnation as a writer for the last several years.
Mrs. Badass AC adapter died. For the third most important woman in my life, I’ve just enough money to save her!
I’ve constantly been thinking of you. Here are people donating their hard earn money to my author dream and I’m rewarding them by sharing the stories for free. I’ve seen the error in my thoughts, and I’m making some changes to pay back the people who are investing time and money into me.