My wall is slowly getting covered with 8 1/2 by 11s, scrawling in messy blue pens with hastily done drawings. Where something isn’t big enough to be committed to lined paper, it becomes a post-it note: sometimes nothing more than a pun or an interesting re-spelling, sometimes a whole bunch of meaning condensed to the one word on the vulnerable piece of sticky paper.
I have ideas coming out the wazoo now. Most of them are getting committed to paper; the ones that don’t have the same light after 24 hours are thrown away and destroyed. The best of them start being implemented. The absolute best, even just barely, might stand a chance of being finished.
ps. Dear Metal Gear Solid 3,
You lose. Your overly-long and valueless cut scenes, your lack of camera control and your absolute absence of decent character development has turned you against me. I don’t care what your reviewers say – you’re self-involved and, at worse, you don’t seem to be much of an actual game.
We’re breaking up.