Aimless: The 2nd Blogaversary

Today is my second blogaversary! It’s also my seventh anniversary at the EA Sims Forums. I hadn’t planned on taking any special note of these occasions this year, but when I received notification from WordPress and the Forums, I felt gratitude. Here’s an opportunity to reflect and share thanks.

Then, when I logged in to write this post, I discovered that my Sims had something planned for me, a 2nd Blogaversary Q & A! So here are their questions and my answers. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being a part of the SimLit community! And congratulations to all the SimLit bloggers who celebrate September blogaversaries!

Q & A with the Sims from this Anthology

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Sugar Maple: So, CT, another year of blogging! When you look back on this past year, what gives you the greatest sense of accomplishment?

CT: Without doubt, Sugar, it’s the completion of Goofy Love. I guess that everyone who’s finished a ten gen Pinstar legacy feels that way. And I feel so grateful for all the reader involvement. Remember that great party we had in January? That was so fun!

Sugar Maple: It sure was! That’s when Ren came over to our hard drive!


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Honey Walker: What’s one reading experience this past year that’s either been really enjoyable or really inspiring?

CT: Oh, goodness. Too many to name! Can I skip this question? I find it incredibly inspiring to read stories as they finish: CitizenErased’s Dust to DustDust to Dust, Jes2G’s Pruetts, ra3rei’s Pigglewiggles, aroseinbloom’s Skinners–all of those were finished this past year. I’m also really inspired by the stories by members of the reading circles I belong to.


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Elder: Miss me?

CT: Wow. More than I realized.


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Cypress: Suppose you could give a Sim advice on how to live this digital life to the full potential. What advice would you give?

CT: I suppose I would say to embrace your traits. Don’t try to change yourself–and certainly don’t let your traits define you–but accept who you are and realize that these traits are what will let you move through your world in all its complexity. And if you could give me and other people advice on how to live our lives to full potential, what advice would you give?

Cypress: Same!


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Jaclyn: Are you ever going to bring us back?

CT: Yes! You’re on hiatus, not done for good!  I’m not really sure where I’m going with your story, but then I never have been. You’ll help out, won’t you?

Jaclyn: Sure! Leave it to us! We’ll surprise you.

CT: You always do!


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Kimber: Mwahahahaha!

CT: Is there a question in there?


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Marigold: Now that you’ve re-experienced the glory of TS3, with imaginary friends, supernaturals, PETS! Yes! Doggies! and open worlds, do you think you’ll ever go back to TS4 again?

CT: I am having such a blast playing TS3, and you’re an amazing Sim, Marigold. I’m also really captivated by your story, too. It’s got my imagination! But yeah, I do think I’ll be heading back to TS4–not abandoning you, of course, but not abandoning my TS4 Sims and stories, either.


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onezero: How do you achieve… balance?

CT: Balance is a verb, right, onez? So, sometimes it can mean moving from one extreme to another, and sometimes it can mean finding a place of relative stillness in the center. I have a feeling I’ve been moving from extremes during my first two years of blogging. Now I’m ready to settle more in the center. So, for me, that means not to get lost within the world of blogging and within my Sim games. This year, my job requires focus, attention, collaboration, and creativity to a greater degree than usual–so I won’t have the luxury of spending my days doing detail-oriented tasks while daydreaming about Sims and Sim stories. But I find that I love that! It means that I will come to you and your stories fresh, onez, and then I’ll move back, fresh, into my world on this side of the screen.


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A year: we look back, and so much has happened!

Thanks to all of you who have kept writing and started writing this past year. You give so much to readers so generously, and, as an avid reader, I thank you!

Thanks to everyone who’s read one post or all 691 posts on this blog. I appreciate being able to share words, ideas, and stories with you!

I stand at the end of year two, looking out at year three. Is the sun setting or is it rising? Neither. It’s the earth turning. We move into a new season, shifting to the shifts in light. Nothing we’ve done is ever really done. No one we’ve met is ever really gone. Let the earth keep turning and mark the days; each one carries something of yesterday.

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Thirtieth Sim of Thirty Sims at Three Rivers

30. The calm still pool

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The writer shut down her computer.

“I’m heading out for a walk,” she called.

“Kill-ill-ill-ill or be ki-ill-ill-illed,” chanted her boyfriend in his best Vincent Price imitation from his own computer. Click, knock, clack. The interface for the online chess program registered his moves in rapid succession. “Prepare to meet your maker, potzer!”

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An automated voice said, “Check mate,” and she heard the chime of a new game starting as she closed the door.

Across town, at that very moment, a man came home from his meeting, counting 229 days of sobriety.

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The writer walked beneath clouded sky, searching for stars that might peek out.

A husband and wife shared a meal, each privately calculating how much longer they might continue to share a life.

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A family celebrated a daughter’s award-winning botany project.

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The Green Party candidate, when no one watched, picked up a bag of trash, simply for the joy of making the world more beautiful.

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The writer paused to watch moonlight on the pond.

A nurse grabbed a cup of coffee before tending to her next round of patients.

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The painter carried her easel to the upstairs deck, where the same moon that shone over the desert sparkled silver light on the tops of the leaves.

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A man without a home found a steak dinner, grilled and left for him at the picnic table.

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The moon kept shining, and clouds seemed to be made of silver light.

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A child slept.

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Her cousin played with bubbles while pretending to wash the dishes.

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A big sister listened to her kid sister–not childhood secrets, anymore, but the talk that women share when a kind word is the only balm for a hurting heart.

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Another woman, in solitude, became lost in a novel while the crickets chirped.

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The moonlight traveled over the bay where the sailboat tucked in its sails for a good night’s rest.

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A girl told a story for the hundredth time, and her mother felt more surprised by the ending than ever.

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An old novelist finished her run, remembering when she’d walked these same cobblestones beside her lover, wrapped in his arms and smelling the muscatel on his breath.

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A man wondered if cheerfulness were more resilient than accusations.

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A son watched his mothers and hoped that maybe, someday, he might find a way to speak what he felt in his heart.

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The mothers rested in their own shared feelings, which were broad enough to absorb all misunderstandings and even, the greatest mystery of all: another person, with his individual perceptions, ideas, and responses.

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Light traced its mystery along the meniscus of the pond. Whose eyes saw this sparkle? The writer’s. A moth’s. A minnow’s. An owl’s.

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Shimmering water touches more than our retinas–the light reaches deep inside our minds. Do we remember, in that flash, where we came from?

It all exists within; it all exists without.


The writer shuts off her computer.

“I’m heading out to say hi to the moon!” she calls to her boyfriend, playing chess on his computer at the kitchen table.

“Say hi from me,” he calls back.

The door closes on the house, and the universe spreads outside.

The earth turns slowly. The cosmos breathes. Through the galaxy, trillions of beings experience life through perceiving consciousness, individual in form and connected through the calm still pool at the center of each.


Author’s Note: And maybe, this right here is what Three Rivers is all about: