J C MATHESON

Read the first chapter of Echo Valley here!


I'd like to say I'm pretty hard working.

My average day looks like this:

6am: Wake up from either my phone alarm or toddler alarm, Crawl out of bed, put on nearest clothing, shovel breakfast in my face, then my sons face, run out door at 7:45am, walk 2 miles to the train station, use travel time to finally read a book, walk another 2 miles to work for 9am, work, work, work, drink coffee, work, work, spend half an hour shovelling a sandwich into my mouth whilst simultaneously trying to write/edit a novel, work, work, work, work until 5pm, walk to station to get train home, walk up what might as well be a mountain, roll in through the door to a cranky/hyperactive toddler, eat a usually rushed dinner (again, toddler), try and fit in what at this point is barely 10 minutes of playing with toys with my three year old who uses the rules of a veteran Dn'D game master, get kids ready for bed, crash. Perhaps have an uninterrupted conversation with my wife if we're both still awake at roughly 7pm.

 

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make- or was trying to and have failed to make was that I deserve to spend money on an expensive game even if there's no guarantee I'll have time to play it, okay? okay.

Edit: I made time to play it.

 

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Final Fantasy XV

 If you're sick of hearing about this game already, heads up.

I've been a fan of the FF series from back when magazines still included discs with short demo's (remember them, 90's kids?). I remember me and couple of friends played the demo for Final Fantasy VII back in '97 and our minds were blown. This game also brought a massive realisation to me: Games didn't just have to be about eating ghosts or collecting rings; they could tell stories too.

Anyway, After ranting forever about how I'd never leave the retro era of gaming, I was lucky enough to receive an Xbox One for my birthday in September from my rather generous little brother. I promised myself if I got Echo Valley up to 30,000 words by the end of November, I'd buy Final Fantasy XV.

Turns out games are a good motivation for productivity. Who knew?

Since the launch, i've been devoured by the story. For those of you who don't know, you're basically a bratty prince who's on his way to getting engaged- that's the spoiler free part, but it goes so much deeper in classic Square Enix style.This FF is full of decision making that could impact your relationships and story, Skyrim-addiction-level side quests that are just as fulfilling as the main game and a huge, beautiful world. As the tag-line says, a Final Fantasy for fans and for first-timers. Now I've just got to resist the insanity-level theories online that claim XV is linked to the world of certain other games in the franchise.

Anyway, speaking of games...

 

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Fright

I got talking to one of the Echo Valley Beta readers, who also happens to be an old friend who also happens to be making a very pretty game. Long story short, I'm now co-writing an upcoming horror game with him. It's still very much early days, but the game is called Fright and the story-lead demo to lead up to the team vs team multiplayer should be released next year. This is very much for fans of games like Left for Dead and Team Fortress. Whilst you wait, you can keep up with our progress on Facebook for news and updates and pretty tasty renders. I've always wanted to write for a game and now I finally get to find out if I'm any good at it.

 

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Finalising

I've been lucky enough to receive super helpful feedback from my Echo Valley Beta Readers. I've just got a tiny bit more editing to do and I reckon I should finally be able to send off the manuscript off to agents and publishers before the end of this year. I'm excited, to say the least.

*Braces for the army of rejection letters*

 

Finally, I Hope you all have a Christmas where you spend time with people you really want to spend time with and hopefully within the next couple of blogs, there should be (good) news on the book. I'll keep you posted. :)

And remember, don't make new years resolutions. Do yourself a favour and cut the procrastinating bullshit and just make your life better now.

 

 

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