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All Done for Now

[Early Morning Edit: Fixed Where the story was not linking properly.]

My month of writing has come to and end. I'll start undocking my ship a bit more now.

When I saw the add for the Pod and Planet Fiction contest I was a bit obsessed with it. I'd wanted to try Eve fan fiction for a bit but I had no idea how it would be received. An official competition took the edge off of the 'fan fiction?' reaction.

I had to ask myself why was I doing this? I'm well known not to be competitive by nature. I'm more about the trip to get where I am going. I find that the obsessions over winning and losing mar the actual experience for me. But that is the type of person that I am and it is the type of story that I write.

I write about the people. They interest me more then anything else. I suck at mysteries because I don't care about the 'gasp, shock' ending. I want to consume all that is in between and beg for more.

My stories started out as reflections of what I saw around me. I aimed to take the game that I played on my monitor and convert it into a richly textured real world. I wasn't in it for the game lore. I wanted to read about the game of Eve that I played. And that was what I tried to write.

Story ideas are just a reflection of things that have caught my attention. I had several ideas written out. Some died by the wayside and some bloomed into little miniature snapshots of 'a day in the life' of a pod pilot.

I wanted to give the graphics the love that they deserved. I hope that I accomplished that. Eve is so stunning. It needs to be stunning in words as well. Part of the consumption is the graphics. As someone who has hers cranked all the way up and obsessively takes screen shots the graphics were very important to me.

The first four stories were easy enough. The fifth one really made me stick. The sixth was a bit of fun. A little bit of difference. I love first person stories. I wanted to see how flexible I could be and stay true to what I was doing.

So my last entry is named "Jita". I feel that I've explored a lot of the game as I wrote. Not every corner or every spot. But I wanted to reach out and touch the differences instead of writing the same thing a bit differently each time. I think I accomplished that some and mixed it with plenty of exploding space ships.

I like this character a lot. But then I am well known to like amusing assholes and I find him to be one. I focused him through some theme music that defined his personality for me.

I haven't been posting terrible pop music to compare to Eve online of lately and I miss it. Anyway, Natalie Imbruglia - Impressed (lyrics here) defined the charater for me. I finished and decided that I was done. Trying to cram in one more story before the deadline in 3 days would be silly. I'm not a creature of procrastination.

So I wrote six blocks of words for the contest. I never got to doing any of the lore but that was a vague secondary thing. I'm just glad that I got to participate and I hope that those who have read my stories have enjoyed them. The placing or winning part was never why I entered.

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