I’m on a plane again. I’m writing this as we make our way to Seattle for a brief escape from the desert environs we call home. I’ve started calling Seattle a second home of sorts. For as much as I’ve been there over the past few years it is definitely starting to feel as such. That being said, I haven’t seen the city since February. I am looking forward to what has changed/grown since I left. I used to have that sort of feeling about New York. Back then I went home enough to notice the gradual change. Now each time I return it feels like I’m visiting a nearly unfamiliar space. Sure, some of the places I knew the most are the same—the apartment complex where I grew up, the bookstores down near 14th, museum row. However, when I go anywhere I was only tangentially connected to, it feels like I’ve never seen the place before. I haven’t been to NYC in what feels like a decade, so I don’t know how it will feel next time. All I know is that going to Seattle feels comfortable in the way New York used to.
Some Thoughts:
- Plane writing is focused writing, which is why I’ve been at it for five minutes and have this many words.
- Despite the ‘focus’ I am still struggling with the project that Is due in a few days. I believe that is due to a lack of creativity. I definitely know the material pretty well now, but I feel like I am not exploring the possibilities of the format.
- I also wonder if I am doing a good job of recognizing what I want the roleplay aspect to be. I’ve done a middling job of creating what I would view as engaging roleplay scenes. Sure, the big picture of some of these scenarios is cool, but there is almost no attention to scene work—the moments where the players say, ‘My character says…’
- Some of that may have to do with the way I approached it. That means a legitimate rethinking of context over these next few days. I want it to be right. I want it to be good…
- Signing off from high in the clouds.