Game Writer | Narrative Designer | Story Consultant
Please note that this review contains minor spoilers
I’ve convinced the cop not to immediately hurt my player character or his wife. Good start.
“But I’ll be needing the watch,” the cop says, or something to that effect.
No problem, I think. I put it on the kitchen table ready. I therefore choose the dialogue option to say that I have the watch.
I don’t listen to many podcasts. It’s not that I don’t like them. Podcasts, it’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just that between reading, writing, playing with the kids, and telling off the kids because I’ve failed to notice things have escalated in the seconds my attention was elsewhere, I don’t seem to be able to regularly carve out time for podcast episodes. When your superpower is a blend of procrastination and inconsistency, with a dollop of self-doubt, regularly tuning into an hour or 1.5 hour-long podcast is kryptonite.
#goodbye
That was Twitter’s slightly curt parting shot when I deactivated my Twitter account a few days ago. Hitting me with one last hashtag seemed a little ironic given I no longer had any opportunity to use it. Perhaps it was a halfhearted ploy to tempt me to reactivate my account. After all, I have one month to do so, as Twitter let me know with a nod and a wink.
This blog post was going to be on the fear of uncertainty. I have it drafted up in my notebook, primed to go. But then the world started to creak under the weight of this latest, alarming crisis, and I couldn’t decide whether unleashing my musings would be grossly irresponsible or particularly pertinent. Ironically, I was struck by uncertainty. So I decided to leave it in the archives for the time being.
Instead, I’d like to tell you a little story. After all, the world needs stories in times like these. Continue reading “The Toddler and the Fluffy Cats”
Picture the scene.
You’re driving on the motorway. It’s nearly 9pm. On the plus side, you’re heading off on holiday. On the flip side, you’re tired, and the wailing little ‘un in the backseat isn’t improving your concentration levels. Continue reading “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”