The 25mm Warrior

There it is, up there on the top left hand corner, right above last years :)

WOOT!!!

This one was hard as you can see from my stats. I stalled after about eight thousand words. It became very real what I was doing, reliving the stuff that disabled me. Words came out thick, me pausing through sentences, going "umm" and such.

Was a hard write in places.

But usually,

a hard write is the right thing to do.

I text messaged the novel to a very good friend of mine. An abuse advocate who without her help, this thing wouldn't have gotten done the way it did, if at all.

Was over eight hundred texts I think (eyes are kinda blurry. Been starring at a phone for hours on end for a month)

Now onto the re write, get this thing ready for publication.

The add a link thing isn't working for some reason. Just copy and paste it to see. Go to stats to see the progress :)

http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/rukavin

Thanks for all the looks and words of encouragement!

See you guys around the warp,

-The 25mm Warrior :)

Sup Guys!

Thank you all for the look see's and nudges of support. The Minions and Papa JJ rock as always and welcome to the new guy who stopped by, decided to keep on stopping by :)

Right on man

About to cross the 35k mark here in a little bit. I'm behind on the word count "officially" but we don't like "officially" here at The 25mm Warrior.

Not like I'm writing the thing traditionally anyway.

So far I've sent 748 texts that make up it's word count. Within those texts have been a back that's gone out 3 times, the stomach flu, my phone breaking and the usual pain and suffering here at the happy house

Really, when your "LG Ally" touchscreen gets screwed up to the point it looks like I'm trying to get free porn in the 80's off a cable box I'm not supposed to have...

well,

it's one of the most stomach twisting "...I've lost R2" moments from Star Wars Episode 1: A New Hope I've ever had (no... it is no longer Episode 4 thanks to disaster of the new trilogy I'm sorry to say).

So it, like everything else, has been a challenge.

You guys can see me cross the finish here in a few days here.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/rukavin

Also, where to go with this dusty old blog. Can't really do it like I used to. Might need to make some mid course corrections.

More on that after the event however :)

Cheers!

Hello all my old blogging Brothers...

how's it been hangin?

If you haven't been stopping in periodically, the divorce is final, the custody secure (the reason for my continued absence... this thing turned into a mind screw of a custody struggle over my boy)

However happy to report, everything is cool.

For now (my fellow divorced Elites know what i'm talking about).

So, it's November again and National Novel Writing Month starts in fifty nine minutes and while my miniatures, my Guard and Bike marine armies lay in shambles...

it's time for me to pen my military memoir,

"The Road To Nowhere."

Hope you guys stop by to check on my progress and I'll be giving updates as well as I go.

You can see it all, and review a sample chapter here

http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/rukavin

Thanks Brothers and a very special thanks to The Minions of the Monster Master for checking in on me from time to time, see how I'm hangin and offer words of encouragement to a struggling gamer.

Cheers :)

I was going to do a separate post for just my blog but seeing how there really is no way to address this in a way that is comfortable I'll just say it...

My wife left me.

Below is a letter I just sent to my boys over at "Minions of the Monster Master" (see that sick banner to your right? Click it, you wont be sorry... oh and make sure you follow them. They'll lead you in the right direction. These green tentacles? Nah, nothing, part of the uniform. Don't worry, the change doesn't hurt too bad :). Still, after the incredibly touching response to the crippled post, I would like to share this with everyone.

Understand this is not a gaming post. This is a life post and as such it's pretty uncensored. Maybe I can use this as a launch point into ordering me some "Paincakes."

Lord knows I've been eating em by the thick stack anyway.

So if you want to know the reason for my mysterious absence, read on.



-Wow, it's been a hot minute hasn't it.

I am very sorry for my absence (I tried to have a bit of fun with it on Mik's page) but I think you'll all accept my excuse.

Ready? It's a doozy...

...

my wife left me.

...

No?

Not good enough?

Man, you Minions have gotten hard since you got all popular since I last saw you.

Dog ate my homework?

I was rescuing babies from barn fires?

Ok, my lame attempt at humor has at last beat around the bush to the life altering point, an edge sharp enough to soulslice.

My wife really did leave me.

For a guitar player none the less. Man, if only I had learned to play the guitar instead of game...

Damn.

She told me on November 28th, the day before my birthday.

Lets just say this Christmas season was cold and very, very dark.

While the world fattened itself on commercial neon lighting and pecan pie, my grieving ate away pound after pound of my marriage fat. My night sweats pooled in the cracks of the couch. I shivered. I ached. I was spun. This was something where everyone was shocked. Now my marriage sucked. Details don't matter at this point except to say I wanted to try and work on the marriage,

she wanted to go learn the guitar.

I can't fight for something that doesn't want to be won.

JubieX (my best friend Scott, I've mentioned him on my blog before) and I moved out. He's awesome. A great friend, helping me pick up the pieces.

Even though my ex is a spawn from the warp now we do co-parent our son pretty well (by that I mean we don't get in each others way. Never know when she is going to "pic" a fight... ok I'll stop poking fun at the guitar player who moved in on my wife. I'm sorry :).

The hardest thing though has been my son. This has been very difficult for him. He adores us both. I will never hear anything more icy in my life than when my boy said to me "daddy, I'm sorry mommy is divorcing you."

The kid's smart. He knows what's up.

However I do have some good news to report sirs. Wonton, your minion auxiliary trooper, has brought honor upon the chapter (I cost 35 points. You can see all my upgrades and further details in Codex: Minions of the Monster Master).

I was a winner of the 2010 National Novel Writing Month.

50,000 words in a month was the challenge.

I did it it 22 days (I'll be expecting my purity seal and commendation in the mail).

Serious though, I knocked out a novel in a month. The cool thing was in early December we were informed they are going to be publishing our work (createspace.com) and we have the option to sell it on amazon.com. So now I'm in the middle of a rewrite, fighting the clock for my mid June publication deadline (even if I don't make it it's no biggie. Independent publishing and digital novels are the future baby... and the future is now!).

So, not all bad here on the western front.

That was a saving grace through all of this. To have that accomplishment tucked under my arm, knowing I'm going to be holding my own paperback someday was a pretty elating feeling after the hit I just took.

Now I just got to get the thing done. My winners banner from the event is up on my blog. Here is the link to my winner page and writers profile. I have my position on your guys show listed in the author info (love writing those. I get to put whatever quirky, obscure info about myself on there and I'm sorry, being an minion auxiliary is something to be proud of :). Also the stats tab is cool to see. You can see my word count total progress there :) .http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/720195

Oh and my author pic is up there too (no more hair Biscuit, I'm a baldy now. I figure it should be easy to draw bald with an eraser :).

My miniature collection has become a mirror of sorts, a reflection of just how scattered and broken things are at the moment (really? How does a ruined city get more "ruinender?"). I didn't even crack a game book for months. Really, this is like dealing with a sudden, unexpected death. The death of a dream, the death of my family as I knew it, the death of life as I knew it.

For a chronic pain patient, it's torture.

I think five months is good enough idle time from a wreck like that, what do you think?

I don't know when I'll be back with any regularity. I do miss blogging and my blogging buddy and idol Mik (not surprised to see the blog grow man. You really do have one of the best gaming blogs on the web. It's just a fact) Sometimes I'm like "yeah, lets game!" only to feel moments later like doing nothing, just drifting in a chemical haze as it takes my pain and turns it into a whisper. I'm learning grieving and gaming don't mix well, like beer before the liqueur, I'm truly never sicker. My taste for food, miniatures, painting, hell just about anything really rides the swings of my grief as I just let this pass over me (hell yeah that's a "Dune" drop... fear is the fuckin mindkiller baby! :)

Glad to see you guys didn't kick me to the curb...

you can always count on your gaming buddies.

Really, after the hell I continue to live though, seeing the Minions still around, Miks blog grow... it was nice something stayed the same, even if only appears as a little something.

Trust me, to me, it might as well be a statue, a marker, a guidestone to better days and happier times. While I work my way out of this cooze induced funk, these blogs and my own offer a bandage in the midst of suffering. I need to be reminded there can be still be fun if you spill enough paint, run the risk of gluing your fingers together, take out a second or third mortgage to swing the interest payments on that new Forgeworld army you always wanted...

and if you just simply look hard enough.

Thanks for the open ear fellas.

Now, can you guys please dispatch that busty new apothecary to come over here and attend to my wounds?

Big boobed, female apothecaries rock.

-Wonton