Writing a Gaming Blog

When a friend asked me some time ago if I would be interested in writing for his gaming blog, I was intrigued. I am a writer, after all, and a gamer, and to bring those two together seemed like a great idea.


So I started writing, and using his suggestion, I wrote about my favorite game, Team Fortress 2. A review and a guide for a seven-year-old game? Heck, why not?


Here’s what happened, though. Along with being a writer and a gamer, I’m also a part of that pesky little thing called “real life,” and I’ve got to eat and keep the electricity going, so I have the strength and the power to do those other, more important things. Of course, that means that a lot of my time is taken up pursuing the almighty buck, leaving my gaming and my writing to both be shoved into the same small space of free time left to me that all of my other interests – social activities, Netflix, sleeping – have to go into, as well. All of which frequently leaves me with a choice: I can write, or I can game.


Unfortunately for my possible career aspirations, with games like Borderlands, Bioshock, Skyrim, Minecraft, and of course, Team Fortress 2, gaming pretty much wins a lot of the time.


What I’m saying here is that when it really comes right down to it, writing about gaming just isn’t quite as appealing as the actual gaming part, and when I have limited time to sit down and do something, it’s just a lot easier – not to mention a lot more appealing – to slip those headphones down over my ears, grab my mouse, and gib some losers half a world away from me.


That doesn’t mean I don’t want to write, or even that I don’t write at all, ’cause I do. I have stories and novels and parts of things all over my hard drive. I even have one book already self-published and another one actively seeking an agent.


Where does that leave this blog, though? That’s the real question, the conundrum of the hour. If I’m already fighting with my killer instinct to even get myself to write at all, writing about something I’d actually rather be doing seems just a little . . . well, seems a little weird, I guess.


But my friend is insistent, and I understand, even though I do sometimes question the idea that there really are that many of you out there who would take the time to read a gaming blog, anyways. After all, if it’s difficult to get myself to write about gaming, it’s got to be just as much of a struggle for you out there to get yourselves to read it.


He assures me, though, that the audience is there, and all that’s left for me is to figure out just exactly what I have to write that you might want to read. And so here I am. Maybe you haven’t caught on yet, but I’ve already written it. The point, the idea, it’s all here. You’ve already read it.


Sneaky, right?


See, it’s that struggle. We all feel it, every single one of us, every day. We are gamers. No matter what else we are, who we are, if you’re reading this, and if I’m writing this, we’re gamers. We game. I told my friend I could write something from my “unique” perspective of being an “older” gamer, and his response was interesting: “We’re all older gamers.”


I guess what I took from that is that anyone who has been a gamer long enough to be able to take themselves out of the game, even for a minute, to read or to write about gaming, is an “older gamer.” Maybe a better term would be seasoned gamer. Or veteran gamer.


Or whatever. The point is, you’re where I am. You feel that constant struggle, and a lot of the time the game wins. But sometimes, maybe more times as time goes on, other things win. And that’s okay. Being this older gamer means you kind of understand that everything is a game. Life itself is all about motion and control and timing and precision, all the things that make you a great sniper or Big Daddy or psycho or Dragonborn or just a regular old Steve.


In the end, it’s not about what game you’re playing. It’s about who you are, and how you look at it all.


Me, I’m a gamer. I have a life and friends and a job and kids, but still, I’m a gamer. Life itself is a game. And I’m a gamer.


So all I can say is . . . game on, man.


Game on.


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