A little bit of nostalgia

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.

Why do we make castles romantic?

Why do we make castles romantic?  Castles, the home of choice in the 12th through 15th  centuries, were drafty, big, and the bathroom was a smelly hole.

Taking a bath?  It took three or four servants, lugging pans of warm water for hours to fill up the tub. Baths were only taken once a week; manly men took them twice a month. Baths were considered unhealthy.  Heat was created by fireplaces in every room. Forget heat in the halls, people had to quick step it through the halls to the next fireplace. In the summer the interior rooms were the coolest, but everyone still had to wear three or four layers of clothes. Two words people, No Deodorant.

Eating in the main dining hall with the dogs, pigs and occasional goat was considered normal. Animals making a mess on the floor? No problem. Throw down some hay and some dried herbs to freshen up the place.  Silverware was optional, fingers were useful dining utensils. Everyone  had a small dagger for cutting food and maybe a spoon for soup.

 So here you have stinky, dirty, drafty, hot in the summer, cold in the winter castles. But, we still think they are romantic, because at the end of the day we don’t have to live in the stinky, dirty, drafty, comfort challenged castle! We can go home to our nice clean smelling, temperature controlled homes and romanticize the silly castles. I think that Dracula would have jumped at the chance to stay at The Ritz or at even a Ramada Inn. No holes in the walls, and he can sleep in a comfy bed instead of a cramped coffin!

If you went back in time to Scotland, England or even France and introduced a flush toilet, you know what would happen?

Burned at the stake!!!

So, peeps, next time you see a picture of a castle remember one thing, no flush toilets!

Why do you think we romanticized castles? Is it from all the wonderful romance books? Or do we not dwell on the daily aspects of castle life, because we need the fantasy? And is it just women who think castles are wonderful?

Give me your thoughts! Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again soon.