OVS - Tonight, I am the Hunted
This time last year I was the tragic victim of a violent and sustained attack that left me with both physical and psychological scars. I call this time, the Night of the Gnat.
I had friends staying, windows were left open as we chatted late into the summer night. I went to bed, suspecting nothing amiss, but spent a fever-wracked night in restless torment.
I awoke the next morning in pain, with something in the region of 75-100 bites. The mosquitoes had been busy, drinking deeply in their feeding frenzy of my potent lifeblood. I then had to endure several painful lumpen and embarrassed days waiting for the swelling to go down. I wouldn't have minded, but none of my friends appeared to have been bitten.
And now on what may even be the anniversary of that night, they have returned. At least one of them anyway. Mind you I hadn't seen any last year either till after they'd got me, and they were stumbling around with their hangovers. So i shall go to bed tonight filled with trepidation.
But that's not what I was going to talk about.
Instead I was going to talk about the equally feverish obsession that comes over me when creating a comic, or even more so, a board game. A casual idea seems to take hold, and quickly becomes an all consuming matter, that drives out most of the practical day to day concerns. It is in effect a concentrated burst of mild madness.
The trick is to get as much done in this creative turbulant time as possible, while you have the drive and motivation. Even if much of it later turns out to be rubbish, when you return to a normal state of mind, then you can begin to sort the wheat from the chaff. It takes a lot of work to get your idea into a state where someone else might enjoy it and success isn't always guaranteed.
Currently I've been working on several ideas, one of which is turning into a fully-fledged board game concept. I didn't plan to create a board game, just as I didn't plan to start a comic strip tonight. It just happens, almost beyond my control.
Looks like I've been bitten by the bug once more.
I had friends staying, windows were left open as we chatted late into the summer night. I went to bed, suspecting nothing amiss, but spent a fever-wracked night in restless torment.
I awoke the next morning in pain, with something in the region of 75-100 bites. The mosquitoes had been busy, drinking deeply in their feeding frenzy of my potent lifeblood. I then had to endure several painful lumpen and embarrassed days waiting for the swelling to go down. I wouldn't have minded, but none of my friends appeared to have been bitten.
And now on what may even be the anniversary of that night, they have returned. At least one of them anyway. Mind you I hadn't seen any last year either till after they'd got me, and they were stumbling around with their hangovers. So i shall go to bed tonight filled with trepidation.
But that's not what I was going to talk about.
Instead I was going to talk about the equally feverish obsession that comes over me when creating a comic, or even more so, a board game. A casual idea seems to take hold, and quickly becomes an all consuming matter, that drives out most of the practical day to day concerns. It is in effect a concentrated burst of mild madness.
The trick is to get as much done in this creative turbulant time as possible, while you have the drive and motivation. Even if much of it later turns out to be rubbish, when you return to a normal state of mind, then you can begin to sort the wheat from the chaff. It takes a lot of work to get your idea into a state where someone else might enjoy it and success isn't always guaranteed.
Currently I've been working on several ideas, one of which is turning into a fully-fledged board game concept. I didn't plan to create a board game, just as I didn't plan to start a comic strip tonight. It just happens, almost beyond my control.
Looks like I've been bitten by the bug once more.
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