Youngest Grandson got to spend some time with us this summer. He spent part of it tutoring me in Minecraft. I can’t get it on my Linux desktop, but I downloaded the Pocket Edition for Android onto my tablet. Youngest Grandson is rather disappointed in me because I turn the difficulty down as far as it will go. Low Difficulty = No Monsters.
He thinks it’s very boring, but I can spend hours puttering around, stalking ducks to collect the eggs, slaughtering chickens, digging mines, and learning to build.
Here is my house. It’s a poor thing, but mine own.
Planted some poppies out front. We’ll see how that turns out. I tried digging a garden but, when I watered it, it flooded my mine. Who needs monsters?
Here’s the view of the interior from the doorway.
And a bare upstairs.
By and by, I might tear it down and build a new one. Or abandon it, leaving a few supplies, and build a new one. It’s very relaxing and juices up my imagination. Or I might get distracted seeing what the game will let me cook with duck eggs and mushrooms.
Speaking of cooking, I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about the dryer lint I did NOT serve my husband for supper.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Monsters or creativity?