The other evening I sat down to unwind with Zelda: Breath of the Wild and accidentally beat the game.
I was as shocked as my husband. I started playing with the goal of finishing a side quest and ended up stumbling into the final boss battle. I decided to play until I was killed, then restart at an earlier save point.
I was never killed.
I don’t think of myself as especially skilled at video games. But I have logged a lot of hours playing them, and this one in particular. I gained game-specific skills. I leveled up my character with special equipment.
By the time I pitted myself against the boss, defeating him was almost easy.
There are a lot of parallels between this experience and writing.
I’ve logged years at my keyboard. I’ve gained story-specific skills. I’ve leveled up my brain with special knowledge from people far smarter than me.
Sitting down to write a book is much easier today than it was a decade ago. It’s even easier than it was twenty years ago. It’s still not effortless, though. Maybe that will come in the next decade.
In the meantime, I’m going to parlay this unexpected victory into a new title. I’m thinking Goddess of This and All Worlds is the best way for my husband to now address me.