Week 0, Title: Let's go on a QUEST!
Sep. 19th, 2019 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swirlsofpurple“Do you want to go on a quest?” She asks.
“What’s the quest for?”
“Technically it’s for a square.”
“A square?”
“Well digital squares are the only true squares, because a paper square includes the thickness of the ink so technically has depth and is a cuboid.”
“What?”
“The square is symbolic: an icon as a decorative badge of victory. Anyway, I don’t think we get them anymore.”
“So what’s the point of the quest then?”
“It’s not really about the destination, more about the journey.”
“So is it really a quest or is it just a hike?”
“It’s a quest, we’re seeking things.”
“Okay, I’ll play along, what are we seeking?”
“A myriad of things: friendships, new perspectives, community, fun, ideas, practice, aspects of our craft, reading materials, readers, and the chance to write something that unlocks an existential truth about ourselves that we didn’t know before.”
“Oh. Is that all? Fine, I’m in. What’s first?”
“The introduction. I’ve put all these labels about myself on slips of paper into a hat. We need to go through them meticulously and decide what we want to reveal.”
“And why have you done this?”
“We’re on a quest for a non-existent square stop asking stupid questions and take the hat.”
A gust of wind unexpectedly blows the slips out of the hat. The little pieces of paper sit on the grass, words loud in bold comic sans:
Fangirl. Gisher. Geek. Nerd. Nerdfighter. British. English. Londoner. Asian. Writer. Introvert. Bisexual. Left wing. Rota manager.
And the rest of the pieces sit blank, face-down, either hidden forever or waiting to be revealed…
“What’s the quest for?”
“Technically it’s for a square.”
“A square?”
“Well digital squares are the only true squares, because a paper square includes the thickness of the ink so technically has depth and is a cuboid.”
“What?”
“The square is symbolic: an icon as a decorative badge of victory. Anyway, I don’t think we get them anymore.”
“So what’s the point of the quest then?”
“It’s not really about the destination, more about the journey.”
“So is it really a quest or is it just a hike?”
“It’s a quest, we’re seeking things.”
“Okay, I’ll play along, what are we seeking?”
“A myriad of things: friendships, new perspectives, community, fun, ideas, practice, aspects of our craft, reading materials, readers, and the chance to write something that unlocks an existential truth about ourselves that we didn’t know before.”
“Oh. Is that all? Fine, I’m in. What’s first?”
“The introduction. I’ve put all these labels about myself on slips of paper into a hat. We need to go through them meticulously and decide what we want to reveal.”
“And why have you done this?”
“We’re on a quest for a non-existent square stop asking stupid questions and take the hat.”
A gust of wind unexpectedly blows the slips out of the hat. The little pieces of paper sit on the grass, words loud in bold comic sans:
Fangirl. Gisher. Geek. Nerd. Nerdfighter. British. English. Londoner. Asian. Writer. Introvert. Bisexual. Left wing. Rota manager.
And the rest of the pieces sit blank, face-down, either hidden forever or waiting to be revealed…