Skip to main content

The Gamer Author

About eight years back, I was sitting in the Missouri River Regional Library in Jefferson City, Missouri. I was at the beginning of my career, at a monthly writers group, populated by some of the most creative people I'd ever met.

And man, did I feel stupid.

They were tossing around classic works of literature, written by names I'd never heard of.


No, wait! 

I'd heard of him. Yes. Now I don't feel so stupid anymore.

Soon the group was asking me; if I haven't read all of these classics, or heard of these authors, then where was I getting my inspirations? One must read in order to write, right?


And while I did delve into the classics, my inspirations for storytelling came from a most unusual source.

I grew up at the birth of gaming and the multimedia that followed. I didn't just play Yars Revenge on the Atari 2600,my parents bought me the accompanying LP. Destroying the Quotile wasn't about running up the score; it was about settling the score, ensuring this monster would never wipe out another world.

Capcom's Final Fight was family time, my sister and I tearing through the Mad Gear gang to get Jessica back. Kidnapping her was wrong. We had to set it right. As a kid, I used to fashion all kinds of stories for the games I played. If it didn't have a story (Space Invaders) I'd make one up. Simply doing it wasn't enough. There had to be a reason for what was going on, and I wanted to be involved in that reason.

Street Fighter II changed everything. This game, this larger than life display of lights and sound and overcomplicated controls was made maddening by a simple phrase;

"You Must Defeat Sheng Long To Stand A Chance."

"Who The Hell Is Sheng Long?!"

I didn't know who he was or what he was about or anything. I always thought my defeated opponent was saying that to me. So I figured that I was playing this game, hoping to meet the elusive, enigmatic Sheng Long and at last, get the ending to this game.

Yeah, that didn't happen.

I was enraged. How could this epic title have absolutely no story to speak of? I give a damn about beating M. Bison. BRING ME SHENG LONG!

My mind refused to accept this, and I wrote story after story of utter crap (Street Fighter III: The Arts Master will never see the light of day) as I tried to somehow reconcile all of these wonderful characters into a world that made sense.

But it threw a chink into my writing. Who could I relate too? Who would read the work written by a guy who's favorite reads were basically marketing schemes for old NES games?

My First Foray into Hideo Kojima's Metal Gear Universe. Good Read!

What's a writer who doesn't read?

CLICK TO TWEET: What's A Writer Who Doesn't Read?

Years passed, and a lot of time would be wasted before I got the message.

I stopped waiting for permission and began writing.

I wrote a bevy of free shorts, some of which led to my first real novel. My second short story reached the top of one of Amazon's charts and hung there for a little while.

It turns out I'm extremely particular about the fiction I read (I'm partial to Brad Meltzer) and I read a ton of how-to books. I also support indies, not because I know them but because they write captivating stuff.

CLICK TO TWEET: It doesn't matter what inspires you. Act on it.

It doesn't matter what inspires you. What matters is that you act on it.

So my name is Avery K Tingle, and I am the Gamer Author. And I'm okay with this.

Thanks for reading.

Still have no idea who Faulkner is.

I’m an author living out of place wherever I am, and right now that’s Eastern Washington. I’m an avid gamer, storyteller, and dedicated troublemaker. Want notifications and discounts? Sign up here.

Pick up “Reclamation”, my debut novel and the first book in the “Era of the Scourge” series. Soul Calibur meets Castlevania meets Chronicles of Narnia in this new, dark epic fantasy. Available from Amazon, Kobo, Nook, and iTunes.

Pick up the free short “Prophecy” and learn about the world of Era of the Scourge before diving into Reclamation.

Also available; “The Price of Justice” (free), “The Anniversary” (scifi/romance), “Era of the Scourge Visions: The Ring of Asarra” (Dark Epic Fantasy)


Tammey S. said…
Oh, I so remember when you was in Jefferson City, MO and going to the River Regional Library. You would come to work and talk about your writing group. We would talk about the classics either it be authors or video games. Granted you had me on the video games hands down. :) I always enjoyed bouncing ideas off you or you off me. Your writing has come a long ways. I predict it will be going a long ways yet to come. Thanks for the memories, as well as the great reads over the years.

Popular posts from this blog

The Long Road Home

I will end you tonight. No, wait. That's not where the story starts. The story starts two and a half years before this, when Michelle (referred to as Michelle for legal reasons because SATAN was too heavily trademarked) reached out to me by Facebook. She mentioned that we played the same Facebook game and she wanted to say hi. I had never, in fact, even heard of the Facebook game. But I was freshly broken out of a relationship and she was pretty with a good body so I said "Hurr, okay." Conversation ensues. She tells me we came up in the same place. We did not come up in the same place. We spent one night in San Francisco talking. But I really wanted to sleep with her. So, "Hurr, okay." Fast forward a few months. I've left Missouri for the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I've settled into the ass end of Lynnwood, a suburb of Seattle. The apartment was so bad that the landlord wrote the mold on the wall off as "crayon coloring

America: A True Story About Hatred and Unity

I wanted fast food tonight. That was all. I found myself at Burger King to pick up my wife's order. I was a few cars deep when I spotted the Confederate flag. I surreptitiously snapped a few photos. This was going to be a very different story. When I pull out of Burger King, it turns out there's more than one. In fact, there are four trucks, each flying variations of the flag. I have to go around the front of them to avoid an accident. They're parked right in the middle of the road. As I drive around them, each person in the vehicle makes it a point to ensure I see them. I do. They see me too. When I get to McDonald's (which is in the same lot), I learn that they're not taking debit cards at the moment. Terrific. I wanted chicken nuggets and instead, I get a run-in with the new Confederacy. So I make my way back to Burger King, again appearing in full view of the trucks. I place my order, get it, pay, and pull out. Then one of the

Wave Rocketbook Reviewed

I love writing by hand, and I love notebooks. I'll often devote entire budgets to them and when Officemax has one of their twenty-five cent sales, I'll buy them out. I often draft by hand, finding that the scene comes together more purely when it flows from a pen rather than a keyboard. So when DailyDot advertised a durable new type of notebook that you could use over and over again for the cheap price of twenty-five (thirty after shipping) US Dollars? I'm down. The Wave Rocketbook is meant to be elegant in its design and simple in its execution. The instructions come on the bag itself, and only the pen and notebook are included. The pen feels like any other, so you have to be careful not to mix it into your collection or you will end up marking your notebook with the wrong pen (like I did). The ink is erasable, which is a bonus. A place to put the pen would've been nice, but it clips easily, if not securely, into the ringed binding. The paper is thick and