A storehouse of thoughts on RPG's and other non-sense.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Work is annihilating my life and killing my creativity. I'm so sapped right now. Writers block and poor man funk all mixed together. Cant focus, and ideas fly out and away from my head like hawks with jet packs. With only the glimmer of the idea that they will return. I hold that glimmer in my pocket tightly like a coin. I just cant insert it back into my mind, to restart that creativity pinball machine. Alas, I present a few pics. Its all I can do. They fire my imagination, which then quickly smolders under the heavy rain of customers, and crazies. Hopefully they will find you in a better mindset than I.
I am thought to be exiled gentry, a vagabond, a scandalous rogue, a troubadour, armchair tactician, amateur grifter, self taught mechanic, would be author, adventurer, rogue scholar, traveler of strange lands, and an all round near do well.