After the last piece I got published with Kill Screen magazine and my blog-wise writeup, I had a lot of pent-up emotional energy about my childhood and upbringing, and a lot of forlorn / angst / beautiful swirling around in my head. I spent the past two months trying to get it down on paper, and it came out in the form of a memoir that just went up on Kill Screen's site for Mario week.
The piece itself was one of the harder things I've had to write. If I'm being honest, I spent most my two months "writing" it trying to not write it, afraid of what I might drag up. I was afraid of digging too deep, or asking too many hard questions. Because, you know, at the end of the day, the story is: I loved playing Mario with my dad when I was a kid. We played lots of video games. It was awesome. I will never forget those days I spent with him.
There's a lot more to it than that, but I'll leave it for you to read in the essay here.