Okay, you I need to vent a little. Are you ready for the ultimate in first world problems? Well... that's today for me. As you know, I've been doing game reviews, and I don't always get to choose the game I want to review. Sometimes I end up with some treasures, and sometimes I end up with some terrible abominations.
I don't have an abomination today. I have a frustration incarnate. The game's not hard... well... not usually. It has it parts. But functionally, it's not good. Stuff is hard to control, the game has issues loading properly, and overall, it just needs a LOT more polish. I've gotten to the point where I'm dreading playing it. Its... work.
This is where I came a realization. See, I love games. I love the stories, I love the entertainment, I love the art, I love everything about them. But now that playing is a requirement, it's become a chore. True, sometimes it's fun, but sometimes it's so... forced. Why am I bringing this up? Because... I also love to write.
I'm afraid after this game review gig that once writing becomes my job I'll cease to enjoy it. If I'm supporting myself and my family on my writing, what's going to happen if I suddenly feel forced? If I feel like writing's become a responsibility instead of a release?
I really don't have any answers for these questions, but it was certainly something to chew on. Until then, I guess I'm going to just have to do my best and cross that bridge when I come to it.
Be Excellent to Each Other
Keep your eyes open for my debut novel, The Paladin.