I’ve seen a lot of author interviews on Sub-Q and other places, so I decided to conduct my own interview with our very own WesLesley!
A: [rant]I’m a modern man, A man for the millennium, Digital and smoke free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded. I’ve been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing. I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high tech lowlife. A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker, And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I’m new wave but I’m old school, And my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer, Voice activated and biodegradable. I interface from a database, And my database is in cyberspace, So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, And from time-to-time, I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, Ahead of the curve, Riding the wave, Dodging a bullet, Pushing the envelope. I’m on point, On task, On message, And off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, On the edge, Over the top, But under the radar. A high concept, Low profile, Medium range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic. A working ragaholic. Out of rehab, And in denial. I got a personal trainer, A personal shopper, A personal assistant, And a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up, You can’t dumb me down. ‘Cause I’m tireless, And I’m wireless. I’m an alpha male on beta blockers. I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever. Laid back but fashion forward. Up front, Down home, Low rent, High maintenance. Super size, Long lasting, High definition, Fast acting, Oven ready, And built to last. I’m a hands on, Foot loose, Knee jerk, Head case. Prematurely post traumatic, And I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing. A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver. My output is down, But my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, And my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, Capital intensive, User friendly, And lactose intolerant. I like rough sex. I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the f word in my email, And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini mall. I bought a mini van in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m toll free, Bite sized, Ready to wear, And I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, Factory authorized, Hospital tested, Clinically proven, Scientifically formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, Pre-cooked, Pre-heated, Pre-screened, Pre-approved, Pre-packaged, Post-dated, Freeze-dried, Double-wrapped, Vacuum-packed, And I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, But I’m the real deal. Lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow. I go with the flow. I ride with the tide. I got glide in my stride. Drivin’ and movin’, Sailin’ and spinnin’, Jivin’ and groovin’, Wailin’ and winnin’. I don’t snooze, So I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal, And the rubber on the road. I party hearty, And lunch time is crunch time. I’m hanging in, There ain’t no doubt. And I’m hanging tough, Over and out.[/rant]TL;DR: I’m from Belgium, I struggle with a minor bout of depression, and the few friends I have are phenomenal. I like easter eggs, and I like giving people special choices, like, say, I’d give them the chance to find out something about me but I’d tell them in advance that what I’m about to share with them isn’t something they’d want to know, ever. Speaking of which:[rant=You do NOT want to open this rant box! You will regret reading the contents of this rant box! This is an exercise in restraint!]Oh, and recently I found out I’m hung quite generously. … I told you you didn’t want to open this rant box.[/rant]
A: Herpes. … No, seriously. Herpes. Herpes Zoster. Shingles. I got confined to my bed for a full week (or ten days or something) after going abroad for a convention (which kinda blew so that was the icing on the cake made of stale sick and misty mold) when it turned out I had horrible stuff on/in me that could apparently kill me although they told me not to worry about it (because apparently worrying about it makes it happen). I also had an android transformer tablet (like an android notebook computer that lets you disconnect the tablet from the keyboard dock and use it separately too… I wanted one with a keyboard to type stuff on and use as my entertainment/creativity hub. I gave up on it because the batteries on that thing wore out so badly that even while charging it depletes battery faster than it can charge. Junk.) and I had this app on it called Text Fiction (by OnyxBits) and among its offer of games I found two that really captivated me. The very short Cheese Shop (a Monty Python inspired bit of comedy, which unlike most other Monty Python work made me laugh) and the jawdropping Interstate Zero (if you don’t know it, stop reading my nonsensical jabbering and play it right the fuck now!!!). And when I was looking for tips to help get Tracy Valencia home, I stumbled across an app to make my own IF on android. I don’t remember which app it was because I deleted it for being utter shit - but it got me thinking, and I looked it up on my windows computer and, lo and behold, I found Inform 7. Inform was a breath of fresh air. I input english sentences into an application and it pumps out a game that does and contains what I wish. Fuckin’ aces. Then, to learn the mystical ways of I7-fu I looked for a forum - and found Intfiction.
A: Fun. Inform 7 makes sense, and the people over at IntFiction forums (you’ve probably never heard of it) are such helpful, many kind, wow. Although sometimes some of them send me Private Messages asking me if I want to be interviewed and they scare me because anyone wanting to interview me must be a real weirdo. [emote];)[/emote] Plus, the good thing about I7 is that I can see what I make have an effect on me unlike anything else I’ve ever made before - which gives me more chance of ever finishing a project. So that’s good.
(Do we have to? [emote]:([/emote] )
A: Structure? There’s a structure? … Okay well first I did a thing. And that thing was just getting a crown, not a scepter. It involved a cabinet with three locks on it, and to get the three keys the player had to solve three object puzzles (where the trick would be that parts of one puzzle would also be necessary in other puzzles, referencing that separation in leadership leads to things not working right - life is a working whole, not a bunch of working parts casually stuck together. Everything’s connected.) but they were boring and I cut them instead just hiding a key under a bit of carpet and put the crown in a box and made only one casual reference to it somewhere, underneath the windows (I think) so it would be hard to find. And to answer the unasked question: I did this because I’m a jerk. Later on I added a scepter and hid that somewhere else. Just because I felt like it.
A: Well, apart from it jumping from “solve three puzzles” to “find the scepter and find the key to unlock the cabinet” there was only one bit of evolution that sprang from the feedback of the Beta Tester (singular, as only the awesome Hanon Ondricek and that was about the ending. Which I’m pretty sure I undid. But he did help getting the game to work. [emote]:)[/emote]
A: Work on the novel is, as my earlier attempts, on indefinite hiatus. Shit happens. But I had the idea first, and this was just… a thing.
A: Do it or you’re (undesired descriptive quality here).
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A: the Future. Also, Fallout 4.
I’m working on something. It’s far from finished. More soon.