Binge Gaming and the Downfall of Creativity
So, my day has so far gone something like this: Bioshock, Bioshock, Bioshock, hey shouldn’t I be wri–nah, Bioshock, Bioshock, Bioshock, holy crap it’s eleven o’clock. And that’s a lot of times I just typed ‘Bioshock’.
It’s a fairly fun game. It’s also eerie and psychotic, and nothing kills my muse like feeling under threat for prolonged periods of time. Especially when I’m trying to write something semi-romantic. So blowing a good chunk of today on gaming was probably the worst thing I could’ve done, motivation-wise.
Ah, well. I’ll pull through, even if I have to force the words single-file onto the page.
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iamgabe said,
November 24, 2008 at 5:50 am
Lemme help you out Ri. Would you kindly write some more?
I’m looking forward to more writing from you; especially about the Victorian poison spies. Also, along those lines, Jen and I came up with the idea for a really creepy roofies spy.