I am obsessed. Yeah I know this is only my second blog on castles but, I think about them a lot. My book is set in one and I like playing video games that have them in it (rpgs) and I have a statue of one on my desk.
Romance is not what I think of when I think about castles. It’s the history. How many people walked the halls, sat and ate in the great hall, slept in the bedrooms and just lived in them. Love, hate, birth, death, treachery, chivalry, jealousy and every other emotion or action a person could experience happened in those halls.
Walking down the halls and touching the walls, how many others did that same gesture? The thought of all the people who went before us in these halls staggers the mind. Makes us feel small and insignificant, but also gives us a feeling of eternal life.. I can understand the kids/adults who tag the walls of buildings with spray paint. They are saying “I was here, Remember me!” life is too often fleeting.
I lived briefly in a house that was built-in 1880. I could feel the lives/emotions that were soaked in the walls. It was almost as if I could touch them. The rooms held echoes of laughter and tears. It was haunted by a lady who loved fried potatoes and chocolate chip cookies. At different times we could smell them being cooked. History, human history, filled the house with a sense of belonging.
Have you ever had this feeling? Have you ever had strange or unusual experiences in an old house or building? Do ghosts bother or thrill you? Are you afraid of things that go bump in the night?
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Ah.. memories. The summer I was 12 and my brother 8, our dad went out and bought us Atari : Pong. It was a simple game, a small white dot bounced back and forth off of white bars that moved up and down. We sat for hours playing that game. Were we bored? Nope. We played for hours only stopping for bathroom breaks and food. I really think that my mom enjoyed that summer the most. We left her alone. And what mom wouldn’t like a summer of peace?
My next video game was Zelda. On Nintendo 64. I was in heaven. Here was a game that brought all of my fantasy books into 2D reality! Castles, monsters, quests, magic items, magic powers, a princess that needed rescuing by THE HERO!
I got older and lost touch with my gamer side. Kids, work and paying the bills took up most of my day. But, I still thought about Zelda every now and then.
Eight or nine years ago my (now) husband Pete hearing me talk of being a gamer took matters into his own hands. He did some asking around, talked to my girls and voila! for my birthday bought me a Gameboy. With a Zelda game. And it was like I was 12 again. Zelda needed to be saved and Link was going to do it! I played until I beat the game. I found out that Zelda had several games and so I got them all for my gameboy. I have other games but Zelda is my favorite.
I still get to be the hero, save the day, and oh, annihilate some bad guys. It makes sense my love for RPG games and my writing a paranormal book. I will have my castle, my hero and my quest. Life is good.
Did you play video games when you were a kid? Do you let your inner kid out and play them still? Do you think your gamer side influenced your writer side? Let me know. And thanks for stopping by.