Tag Archives: Minecraft

Valentine’s Day Poem – Minecraft style

Lava is Red

Water is Blue

Diamonds are rare & precious

And so are you.


Ode To My Yellow Sheep

I plucked the tiny flowers
And made the dye.
That stained your wool
Into such a lovely yellow hide. 

Down into the mountain I went
Diamonds and glory sought.
Thinking you and your rose kin
Safe in a pen carefully wrought.

How then blocky friend
Did you come to be.
Perched in the midsts of a lava fall
Terrifying me so thoroughly.

I tried to reach you
My bridge though did fail.
And down into the lava did you fall
Bleating your tiny blocky wail.  

I know you’re only pixels
And rows of 0’s and 1’s.
But watching you disintegrate into ash
Was truly no flipping fun.  

I Cheated on Writing – With Minecraft

I love writing, with all my heart. But, sometimes I stray. I know it’s terrible and I’d love to blame it on something, low vitamin D or the earlier sunsets depriving me of time in the pool, but the truth is Minecraft was just too damn sexy to resist. 

That little blocky, almost gender neutral, fellow running around with a pick axe smashing rocks consumed me. There were signs I should leave. Like the time I couldn’t figure out how to shear sheep and kept killing them.  (Yes, if you whack them enough times on the head with the shears they die.)  Or the time I got horribly lost and was down to the last few swings of my pick axe. I thought about throwing myself in the lava. Instead, I tunneled straight up and miraculously enough ended up popping out next to my sheep pen, which is when I discovered if you ignore sheep long enough they escape. 

My writing was neglected. Heck if it had been a plant or an animal it would’ve died. After a few weeks guilt set in. I swear my notebook’s pages rubbed together in little whispery sighs of loneliness. 

A month in and the pressure built. Scenes flashed through my noggin at a breakneck pace. And then it happened, I had a eureka moment regarding my second novel and how I was going to transition into the sequel. It was perfect and I’m not sure it would’ve come to me if I hadn’t been occupying my mind with something so non-writing. 

I don’t regret my time with Minecraft, and every once in a while I will sneak off and smash a few blocks but writing is the lover I will always come back to. 

What kind of detours have you taken? Have they helped your artistic pursuit in the long run?