Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Fourth Wall, She Is Sundered

I am in pain.

It's not that I don't have anything to write about. It's that I have too many things to write about. And I don't want to write about any of them.

I have all these topics: writing, fiction, how to act smart, identity, how I've just come off my theme kick and am in the process of really discovering character, my superpowers, goals, how awesome GMing is, video games as a media for stories. I have about five half finished drafts sitting in the Blogger "Edit Posts" section.

But then, as I sit down to start writing these topics, I discovered they're all tied together in strange ways. So then I'll start debating whether I should just finish the post on the original topic, or include all the other things I've discovered were there, or write a new post for each individual sub-topic. And then I don't actually get anything written, because I'm too busy thinking about what I should write.

And now you're probably thinking, "What nonsense is this? I came here to read your weirdness, not to read about your problems writing your weirdness. Also, you have missed a few posts, and need to catch up before the end of the month or it will be enshrined behind the golden arrow forever."

Okay, so that's not true. That's what I'm thinking. You're thinking, "Finally, a post that's not about Oblivion."


  1. *Looks at Oblivion on the Labels list* My god, Oddysey...

    I get the "too much stuff to write about" thing too. Usually none of the things are connected though, unless I try to make them so.

  2. Well written article.