Radio Danko

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I’m just back from a quick timejump to the early part of the 21st century. I was quite surprised to discover that in that time, I have apparently become the owner of an international radio station. If you happen to be in the twenty-first century any time soon, you can actually listen to it. I read the details in my twenty-first century blog, Journey To The Center Of The Metaverse. Wait, I believe I can connect you to the story directly…

https://journeymetaverse.wordpress.com/2015/05/22/radio-danko-is-on-the-air/

A Baseball Story

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OOC:

I’ve been doing a lot of writing, stories from virtual worlds as usual. But most of the stories I’ve been writing over the past year have been too long for this blog. And some of them aren’t about me or my travels through the centuries. So I’m looking into other ways to publish my stories. I’ll continue to post stories here and I’m posting some elsewhere, under my ghostwriter’s name. Here’s one we just published for the Opening Day Stories Project, sponsored by the Dankoville Story Group…

“How Dazzle Jarvis Got His Name”

https://georgeminer.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/how-dazzle-jarvis-got-his-name-2/

Pizza Wars

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Last October we had a big bash at The Evergreen Pub in Dankoville. We had a lot to celebrate. I had just take over ownership of the pub (it used to be the Town Tavern), Uncle Manuel was retiring, I was replacing him as the president of Whitfield Farms, The Evergreen had just signed a deal with The Pheasant’s Roost Tavern of Ireland to carry their beer and Jamie Wright of The Pheasant had come over to be Guest Bartender at The Evergreen. We threw a big pizza and beer party and had a great time. The place was packed!

I had no idea I had started a war.

“The Great Pizza War,” as Dave, one of my bartenders at The Evergreen, calls it.

It started innocently enough. The local paper ran a story about the event – mainly because it was the first public announcement of Uncle Manuel retiring. The article was mostly about Manuel and Whitfield Farms but they gave the pub a really nice mention too. The only problem was the quote of Rusty Piersen, a local farmer, who said we had the “best pizza in the Tri-County area.”

Problem being we’re just down the street from Mario’s Villa, the pizza restaurant. Their slogan? “Best Pizza in the Tri-County Area!!!!!” With five exclamation points.

About a week later, I was having lunch at The Evergreen, sitting at my usual table by the front window. As I gazed across the street at the park, a man suddenly appeared on the street side of the window. He pointed at me and smiled and walked the in through the door of the pub.

It was the owner of Mario’s Villa.

“Ah, Mr. Whitfield, Mario Barstardi. Sorry to interrupt your lunch. Might I have a word?” he said as he sat down across from me.

“Yes, certainly. Can I order you some lunch?”

“Oh no, thank you. I’ll just be a minute,” he said.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Bastardi?”

“You had a pizza party here last week,” he said.

“Yes, we did. It was quite a success.”

“Mr. Whitfield, I’m glad your party was a success,” he said, “good for you. That is fine. But I know you are new here. I mean…Dankoville…you are and you aren’t,” he smiled. “The town is named after you but you’ve never really lived here. Summers as a boy, I believe. But you were here to stay with your relatives, this is not your hometown. Not even now, if I understand?” He smiled again.

“That’s true,” I acknowledged, nodding my head.

“And so, I don’t expect you to know the customs here, among the business community. We…cooperate rather than compete, you see?” He smiled.

“I’m all for cooperation among the local businesses,” I said.

“That is good to hear. Of course, I am not surprised, knowing your family here. Your Uncle Manuel – very good man, very good. Mushroom, pepper and onion. Of course now he takes the gluten free but back in the day…oh well. Twenty years ago, Manuel would have his pepper and onion but it would be sausage instead of mushroom. Oh yes. And your Uncle Chester, a crazy man yes but always very pleasant, anchovy, onion and extra cheese.” He smiled still again.

I smiled as I recognized my uncles’ taste buds. Mr. Bastardi knew his customers.

“Well, we obviously can’t compete with you in the pizza business, Mr. Bastardi,” I offered.

“There, you see!” he said. “But your pizza party, maybe you didn’t realize…that is direct competition for me now. The newspaper called your pizza the best in the Tri-County area.”

“They were quoting a customer –”

“Yes, I know. But THAT is MY slogan!” he shouted. The patrons at the other tables and at the bar looked over at us. Irv, the day bartender, looked over and pointed to Mr. Bastardi with a “Do you want me to throw him out?” look on his face. He seemed rather eager to do so. I shook my head no, trying to avoid Bastardi’s notice.

But he was too lost in what he was saying to notice. “That is DIRECT competition! THAT is what I am talking about,” he said with his voice still raised above normal level.

“Well yes, I understand,” I said quietly, “but there is nothing about our having pizza on the menu here that is an attack on your business. We do pub food here. Pizza is pub food.”

“Of course. But you are in the bar business. I am in the pizza business,” Bastardi replied. “I sell beer and wine but I don’t go out and say I have the best wine selection in town – even though I do – because that is not my business. Pizza is my business. I promote pizza. I make money on the beer and wine, sure but I don’t go out and compete with you who are in that business. I don’t market that. I market pizza. You sell beer, wine, the hard liquor and the rest. You market that. But you don’t market pizza. That is my area. That is how we do it here. You see?” He smiled again. I got the feeling Bastardi’s smiles do not necessarily denote happiness.

I hadn’t thought about anything like this at all when I bought the pub, so I was completely taken by surprise and really had to give this matter some thought before replying. So that’s what I told him. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“What is there to consider? You market beer, I market pizza. Simple. You can sell pizza, I can sell beer. But we don’t market that. We don’t step on each other’s toes. You see?” He smiled. Of course.

It would have been nice to just say yes. But this was a business decision about my pub and Bastardi was right, I was new to this market. I didn’t want to ruffle any feathers but I wasn’t going to make a decision to not market a popular item just because another business wanted me to. I had to look into this.

“I will give it some thought and be in touch,” I said.

“You do that, Mr. Whitfield.”

He smiled. And got up and left.

If I knew then what I know now, I would have initiated a pre-emptive strike in The Great Pizza War. But I was new in town, I was naive about people.

And so I didn’t realize then that Mario Bastardi had just fired a warning shot.

***

Editor’s note: You may visit the OpenSim virtual world Dankoville via the hypergrid: 198.255.235.132:9000:Dankoville

Mario's Villa in Dankoville

Mario’s Villa in Dankoville

 

Aquaetas

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I took the boat from the house in Kamar down to Selenitica in the morning, just as I always do when I stay here. As I began to climb the hill to make my way to the castle and my makeshift office, I could smell wood burning. Quin! He’s here!!

When I reached the top of the hill on Arrival Island, I could see the smoke coming from the chimney of Quin’s retreat. Finally!!

Instead of turning right toward the castle, I headed left to cross the bridge to Garden Island and walked to the bridge to Quin’s Island. As I passed through the gardens, I heard a voice calling.

“Mr. Whitfield — good morning!”

“Hello Quin!” I shouted back.

He met me halfway along the bridge and we shook hands and exchanged further greetings and went inside where Quin had prepared coffee for the two of us. Apparently, he had expected me.

“I hope you won’t mind, Mr. Whitfield, if I get straight to business? It is rather urgent,” he said as we took seats in the observatory and looked out at the rock islands of Selenitica and beyond to the Sky Tree towering over the waters and swamps of Tao.

“Please do.”

“Selenitica will return,” he said.

I admit, I almost did a double take…as we were sitting right there in Selenitica when he said it. Once in awhile even a veteran time traveller like myself can lose track of time and forget when he is and have to take a moment to get his bearings but this was not one of those times. So I didn’t do a double take. In fact, I didn’t even do a single take. I just sat there, blankly listening…as if nothing odd had been said…and hoped I would be able to decipher what he was talking about.

“While some questions remain and our efforts must be accelerated,” Quin went on, “there has been substantial progress.”

“Excellent,” I responded, figuring that was an appropriate response, substantial progress and all.

Quin went on to explain what he was referring to. In great detail. I know others complain he is usually rather light on the details, making it hard to figure out just what he is doing most of the time and why. But sometimes I’d like to change places with those people. It’s hard to get Quin to stay put for very long but when I have had the pleasure, he certainly has not been shy about giving me the details of whatever he is working on at the time. We seem to have a special bond, always have. So – when I can get Quin’s attention – I get more than my share of details.

But with Quin, the devil is in understanding the details.

A lot of it went right over my head. I’m just a simple explorer and time traveller, not a scientist nor a genius. But I listened closely, just the same. Anyway, Quin knew what he was talking about and that is all that really matters.

“…..So of course, you can clearly see our only option is to make some changes in this instance of Selenitica,” he concluded.

I nodded in agreement. I didn’t grasp what he meant but it didn’t really seem like there was a choice, so I just nodded. He kept talking and I kept nodding.

He kept referring to this instance of Selenitica and some other instance of it and — in what I hoped would be taken for the little joke that it was — the next time he referred to changes “in this instance of Selenitica,” I responded by saying, “For instance?”

Well, I thought it was funny. Not fall over and die funny, just lightly funny. Something to bring a little smile at approximately 7:30 in the morning while still on the first coffee. (Not to imply that I ever know what time it is here, just a guess.) But Quin took it as a straight question and went right on to answer it, “Well, the name for one,” he said.

“The name?”

“We certainly can’t have two Seleniticas at the same time, Mr. Whitfield!” he laughed as if I had made a joke. (I had but he was laughing at my second question rather than the first.)

“No,” I said, “we certainly can’t have that.”

“So you can see the problem?” he said.

Well no, not exactly. Actually I have no idea what we’re talking about. But I wasn’t going to say that.

“Yes,” I said. He smiled. I could see he was relieved.

I had to think fast to come up with something to say that would not only make sense to Quin but also help me find out what was going on here.

“What would you have me do?” I ventured.

“Oh, sir, it would not be appropriate for me to decide. It is really up to you.”

Great.

“But may I suggest?…”

“Oh, please do,” I interrupted, “feel free. I would be grateful for your advice on this matter.”

He smiled. “You might consider not only renaming Selenitica itself but this entire world, Evergreen, as a whole.” He paused. I nodded. “And use the new name for both.”

I nodded still again. It was becoming clearer now. If I have the gist of it, Quin has figured a way to “reconstitute” a previous incarnation of Selenitica…or some facsimile thereof, I think. Something truer to the original Selenitica – after which this one was named – or maybe it is the original…or a derivative…or…

Look, it doesn’t really matter whether I “get it” or not. There is going to be another place known as Selenitica and Quin apparently wants me to select a new name for this one. Okay, I can do that.

“I will begin thinking about a name today,” I said. He smiled. “How long are you here?” I asked.

“I must leave tomorrow,” he said

“Well, due to the urgent nature of this matter, I will have a new name for you by the end of the day,” I said, smiling and thinking our discussion had ended successfully.

But Quin’s smile was replaced by a more serious face. “Proper naming is quite important, Mr. Whitfield but the urgency in this case is in regard to something else,” he said.

“Oh.” This had the feeling of one of those “good news/bad news” conversations. Apparently, the name changing was the good news.

“There is the financial aspect, of course,” he said, trying to smile.

“Of course,” I said as I remembered the phrase from his telegram: ‘…SHOULD RESTRUCTURE OUR AGREEMENT RE AGES IN YOUR CARE…”

“In order to pursue my efforts to return Selenitica fully,” he went on, “I find myself, sadly, once again in need of funds. Substantial funds, I’m afraid.”

Uh-huh.

“And that is where I come in?” I asked.

“I do hate to ask for a…handout…especially when you have been so generous to The Trust all this time…” Quin said, “and so I will not ask.”

I looked at him, again blankly. I had no idea where he was going with this.

“Rather than asking you to sponsor these Ages, as you have been so kind to do for these past eighteen months….I was wondering…” he paused for the longest time,”…if you would like to…purchase them?”

“The Ages?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

Okay then, this wasn’t the bad news part. It was certainly from out of left field. Buy the Ages? Really? There’s a lot to consider there, for sure…but it’s not the bad news. Not by a long shot. Noooooo. The bad news part wouldn’t involve me at all, fortunately.

“What does Ms. Macchi think of this proposal?” I asked.

“I have not yet shared this with Miss Dot,” he answered quietly.

Yeah, I’ll bet. There’s your bad news right there, folks. And that is Quin’s problem.

Unless, of course, I see Dot first. Then it’ll be my problem. Or more correctly, it’ll be Quin’s problem that I will have to deal with.

Uh-uh. No way.

“Well, Quin, there is quite a bit to think about here,” I said as he nodded and sat quietly, waiting for me to continue, “but I will think on it – all of it – over the course of the day. And if you meet with me for supper tonight, I will have your answer ready by then.”

“Shouldn’t we discuss the financial aspect now?” he asked, a bit nervously.

“I don’t think that is necessary,” I said. “I’m sure we can work that out. My decision will not be based on that aspect but on the question of what is right for these Ages and whether I can fit that into my life at this time. That is what I must seriously consider.”

“Certainly sir, I understand. Six-thirty for supper? I shall make us a very nice stew.”

***

That evening over supper, I agreed to take ownership of the grouping of Ages that up to now was known as Evergreen — not ownership of the Ages themselves, I made this clear to Quin, for I would not be comfortable with that concept, but of the grouping, the collection. He understood and welcomed this approach.

I further agreed to rename the grouping and it’s prime region under one shared title. I submitted to Quin the name, Aquaetas.

When I said it aloud, Quin’s reaction was to look to his left and down for a moment as he thought it over. Then he nodded his head slightly as he stated, “From the Latin words for water and time…as in period of time or Age.” He smiled.

I had spent the day in my office in the castle and later at my house in Kamar, going through the small collection of reference books I have in each place. I wanted to find a name that I liked but that would have meaning for Quin as well, as his study-retreat will still be here – I insisted – even if he does not visit as often.

“I hoped you would like it,” I smiled as well. “I guess there must be some paperwork involved?” I said as I wanted to wrap up our evening and catch some sleep before timejumping back home in the morning.

“Nothing can be finalized until we speak with Miss Dot,” Quin said.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I’ll be off to Winterfell in the morning,” I said.

He just nodded. I smiled. “Good luck with that,” I said.

***

Visit Aquaetas on Kitely

http://www.kitely.com/virtual-world/Danko-Whitfield/Aquaetas

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New Kid In Town

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It seems I no longer have a monopoly on reporting the news from Dankoville.

Oh well. Was fun while it lasted.

It’s okay. I can share.

The Dreaming Tree: The Story of Audrey Moore

 

 

Guest Column: WHAT IS THIS “DANKOVILLE” ANYWAY?

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My typist, apparently prompted by a bit of jealousy over my blogging success, has started up a blog of his own. Though it’s not about him, it’s about me. I guess he knows a good subject when he sees one. Not as dumb as he looks. His blog has just started up and it isn’t really open officially yet, he’s sort of easing into this blogging thing. I do plan to give him some pointers. But he has just written his first full-fledged piece for My Virtual Blog and I promised I’d help publicize it by cross-posting it here and elsewhere.

 

WHAT IS THIS “DANKOVILLE” ANYWAY?

by George Miner

Welcome to my world and thanks for your interest.

Almost all of the writing I do these days is as Danko Whitfield, writer & explorer of virtual worlds. The virtual world of Dankoville is a place for me to visualize Danko’s story, to walk through it, to stand inside it, to be or feel as Danko as I ever could be.

It is also my virtual writer’s retreat.

Hence, Dankoville is made up of places in Danko’s story.

The Greater Dankoville area of the grid includes the town of Dankoville and neighboring farming communities. Dankoville is located somewhere in the upper midwest or nothern plains of the United States. For a time, I tried to keep blurred whether it was in the U.S. or Canada but I could only hold off committing on that for so long. Last fall, Danko told the story of returning to the family farm (in Whitfield Crossing, a few miles (two regions) south of Dankoville) . In one installment of the story we learned that in 1960, Dankoville was a roughly two-day bus trip from Kansas City. Danko gets on the bus at some hour of the morning and arrives in Dankoville late the next afternoon. We don’t know about layovers or delays so we don’t really know how many miles Dankoville is from Kansas City or what state it is in. We – Danko and me – don’t get into specifics about that.

Danko had written about the family farm – operated by his Uncle Manuel – in the past. But he only made references to it. When I started writing as Danko, in the spring of 2010 – three years after I joined Second Life and a few months before I first ventured into OpenSim, I made the decision to write only about places I could visit in virtual worlds. There were a number of reasons for this, I doubt I can remember them all now, but they included: it would be a different approach for me; I could let Danko’s character develop as these virtual places – real places to him – came into his virtual (real) life; I could help bring the places I visited to the attention of other virtual explorers.

But when Danko started writing about his travels, I was divesting SL Mainland holdings – which totaled almost three full regions at their peak. Danko now had only two parcels – 2048 sqm total – in Winterfell (and soon a 1536 sqm parcel in neighboring Caledon). There was no room to create the family farm. Which was fine as Danko was exploring Winterfell, Caledon, The Steamlands and related places so he had plenty of new things to write about as his new life was just beginning.

But on a lark last fall, I found myself with a 3×3 OpenSim grid via New World Studio. I wasn’t planning to have my own world/region/grid/standalone/whatever…I was just curious about how NWS worked. I had a couple of specific question about it and, rather than ask anybody, I gave it a try to see if I could get the answers. I wasn’t expecting to be able to make it work – either because of NWS’ shortcomings or my PC’s shortcomings or my own.

Son of a bitch started right up.

I had a 3×3 online. On the grid! Holy shit!!

I should do something with this!

What should I do with this?

That’s how it happened. There was no plan. No idea I’d ever be able to do such a thing. Now I really had to give some thought to what to do with it. First question: How can I possibly fill up a 3×3?

I NEVER considered reducing it to one region. I had a 3×3 on the grid! I wasn’t whittling that down unless the software or the machinery began demanding it. If they did, fine. But until then… I wanted the biggest, blankest page I could get.

I had started using Sim-on-a-Stick the previous winter but had not had the time to get very far with the little projects I’d started. I’d been planning long-term to put these projects on Kitely. For now, I took the OARs – one of which was called Dankoville, and filled about half the 3×3. Which was fine…I could keep three regions empty for uploading OARs and for building and figure out the rest later.

I decided to make Dankoville the prime region in the SW corner. That’s how the grid got its name.

But that Dankoville from the SoaS project was not going to be a small town. It was going to be much smaller than that. It was just going to be one of those fork in the road places that spring up where two highways come together in the middle of nowhere. There would be three buildings – a small gas station, one store, a bar. One corner would be a vacant lot with weeds coming up through the cracks of the cement. That would be the “town.” Not a town nor a village.

The rest of the region would have cornfields. There would be a small suburban-style house as one often sees on small farms today. And a barn.

Aside from the details – trees, landscaping, farm animals, tractor, furniture, items in the store, a bus stop, etc. – that was it.

It would be a quiet, little place. I would put it on Kitely. I figured I’d chill at the bar or sit at the bus stop.

And I was never really going to call it Dankoville.

I was going to call it “____”-ville, I just didn’t know what the first part would be. When I had to save the OAR from SoaS the first time, I had to call it something I’d remember in case I didn’t get back to it for a few months (which is exactly what happened). The name Dankoville already existed as a website. I established it in 2010 when Danko started his new approach to Second Life and began living in the 1870s and writing his blog from Winterfell. I planned to have the website as a place to write about Danko’s former life on the SL Mainland in the 21st century. I had lots of photos and I wanted to show off my former towns. I didn’t know what to call the website but I picked up on a comment a friend had made. We were talking once when I was getting ready to start a new town on the Mainland and I was not sure yet what the new town would be like. Robyn had lived in two of my towns and really liked the feel of them. She said, “Whatever you do with it, I’m sure it will have that ‘Dankoville” feel to it.” I liked that. So I used it for the name of the website figuring it was an umbrella title under which I could feature pictures and articles about all my former towns. My portfolio, I guess. But I became so immersed in Danko’s new life and story that I never got to it, so the Dankoville website on Weebly just sat there as one page with links to my blogs.

So the name Dankoville was never going to be used for an actual town or region, much less a grid. It was a description of a style of place… that became the name of a website that was never used… that became a file name for a very small sim.

Now it was the name of my grid. And that region in the SW corner of my 3×3 had cornfields in it. And a suburban house for the modern farm family. And a barn. And one shop and the start of a gas station build where two highways came together.

Hey, this town could be where Uncle Manuel’s farm is…

All sorts of story ideas were going through my head as I sat at my computer staring at the map of my new world. In the past, Danko’s relatives wrote to him from the farm or even came to Winterfell to visit. But he couldn’t go to them because of my approach in writing about places I and my readers could actually visit. But now…he could go home again!

The Dankoville grid has evolved from there. I wanted the new concept for the town of Dankoville to be a small but central area with farms in the surrounding countryside, the neighboring regions. Because on the grid Dankoville would be adjacent to ocean, I decided Danko, me and you would all have to imagine that there was no ocean there, it was just more farm fields, as far as the eye could see. That’s why the highway runs to the region border, It doesn’t stop there, it goes on forever. Or at least to California.

But the whole grid wouldn’t be farms, wouldn’t be Dankoville, wouldn’t be the 21st century. Danko was born in the mid-20th century but – as the son of a time traveller and a time traveller himself – his childhood was spent in the 1830s, he later lived in the late 20th and early 21st centuries and then settled in the 1870s. So I needed some regions from other times and genre.

(And yes, I use the British spelling of ‘traveller’ here even though I’m not British. I only do that when writing as Danko or writing about Danko. He does it because he was influenced by the Victorian Steampunk of Caledon and the other SL Steamland nations of the era. It “fit” and time travel was important to his story. But I drew the line at ‘traveller’ otherwise there would be harbour and colour and where would it end?)

So we have Medieval/Fantasy and Old West regions on the grid and plan to have Victorian Steampunk as well. I also wanted some winter regions for use particularly during the non-winter months where I live in RL.

Soon after Dankoville went online in September of 2013, it became a major part of Danko’s story. After writing a few ‘episodes’ I felt I wanted to write about the county seat. When the grid returned in February 2014, I expanded it to include New Teasdale – another SoaS project that was left aside and intended eventually for Kitely – which was based on a town I had on the SL Mainland, Teasdale. New Teasdale is now the county seat of Strange County and it has a couple of new neighboring regions.

So that is where the Dankoville grid is at today. As I have noted elsewhere, I’m using the word “grid” as slang in regards to Dankoville. It is not operating in grid mode, it is a standalone. Whether it is possible to run 25 regions as a standalone…………is apparently a question nobody has the answer to. I’m going to find out. I am now working on a brand new PC and I’m sure the machine can handle it. If OpenSim via New World Studio can handle it is what is to be determined. If  it doesn’t work, it’s not a problem for me. I’ll just eliminate some regions or move them to Kitely where I now have regions to spare.

Whatever size I can run Dankoville at, it will meet my needs. I did a prim count the other day and I have 46,000 prims spread out over the 25 regions. Only two regions have a lot of scripts. Obviously this will change as I fill up the grid over time but the type of places I’m building are not going to over-tax the system. If it does, as I say, I can reduce the size of the grid without trouble or regret.

I could have started with just a few regions and added them as I need them, that would be the practical way to do it. But I’ve long had a daydream about having a bunch of contiguous regions all at once – a great big, blank canvas to develop over time. I could never afford to do such a thing in Second Life or with an OpenSim hosting company but I can afford it if it’s free. So that’s what I’m doing with New World Studio. I kicked in the twenty bucks for the full license last fall to support the project. Other than that, there are some incidental costs in buying some virtual items. But mostly I’ll make use of the free items that talented OpenSim creators have made and given to the community. And I’ll make my own simple prim builds. It’ll never be featured in Prim Perfect but Dankoville is perfect for me.

And I’m leaving that Hypergrid door open so fellow writers and virtual world enthusiasts can come by for a look. If someone else gets some inspiration to write or role play here – or just to hang out in my pub or the old west or a castle or just sit at the bus stop and pass the time – that will make me feel good.

But Danko’s storylines take place on other grids too. Especially Second Life and Kitely. Winterfell (on SL) is still Danko’s home and a new storyline is about to begin there. On Kitely, I have only one sim open to the public but I’m working (slowly) on some others.

For those reasons, Dankoville won’t be “finished” tomorrow…or next year for that matter. Or maybe, “ever.”

I’m not going to be in a rush with this place. Another reason is that creating it and figuring it out is part of the fun. Storyline will inspire the build and vice versa. So some of the regions will see rapid development and some will be empty for awhile. Some will develop bit by bit. I will be able to work on whatever I feel like at the time. As much as I have always liked deadlines, I have also always been a person who likes to go with the flow. The latter will be my approach here. I am making a concerted effort to get a few regions “done” or close to it so the place has some “there there” and so it is worth the effort the people who visit will be making. And I will keep the inworld Dankoville Information Center and the Dankoville website up to date to make it easy for the tourists to get around and find things.

But mostly, I’m in this for the long haul. Will be fun. And with multiple blogs and a website, don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted. 🙂

I come from a working class background. When I was five years old, we lived in the second floor apartment of a wooden house next to a vacant lot and a block from the commercial area in our part of the city. A young couple, newlyweds, lived in a second floor apartment in the wooden house next door. Once in a while they would invite me in to see the man’s prized possession – probably his only possession that wasn’t a necessity – his model train layout. I’m sure I don’t have to explain how fascinating those trains and the little town and the surrounding countryside were to a five-year old and the inspiration they spawned.

It recently hit me that having my own virtual world is the 21st century equivalent of the model train set and layout.

“Next stop: Dankoville. All aboard!”

Author’s Note

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I’ve been mulling this over for months and today I finally changed the name of this journal.

For the last three-and-one-half years, it has been called, “Steaming Along: Danko Whitfield In The 19th Century – The Wanderings Of A Steampunk Explorer.” I still love that title and will miss it. But my story has steamed along past the 19th century so many times that I have wondered if the title was confusing. I could always lay claim to being based in the 19th century, as a time traveller certainly must be based somewhere.  But some time back, the place I live in changed and I was moved to an earlier time.

I likely will be able to establish a second home back in the 19th century very soon and so I could have propped up the old title until further notice…but…

Important parts of my entries on these pages have been taking place in other times and it appears this will continue for the foreseeable future… and the foreseeable past, for that matter. So I feel the time has finally come and the title must be broadened to reflect this and to avoid a possible new source of confusion.

In the short term at least, it appears I will be based in the 18th, 19th and 21st centuries as well as spending quite a bit of time in the 20th century. And there is a trip to the 26th century in my future as well. Although that might actually be seen as my past. And then there are the trips to the Devokan Ages, I could only guesstimate what century I’m in with those travels.  At any rate, you can see the reason for my dilemma over the title.

And so this publication becomes, “The Further Adventures Of Danko Whitfield, Semi-Retired Time Traveller – Wandering The Centuries With A Steampunk Explorer.”

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