I open my notebook to a blank page, grab my pencil, click it twice to advance the lead. I’m sitting in my car at the park, a diet Coke and cheeseburger and fries on the passenger seat. It’s a beautiful day, a cool breeze blows through the car windows. This is my favorite time, a moment of endless possibilities. Sometimes inspiration strikes me and ideas flow onto the page. Other times, I pause, not knowing what to write. In that instance, I flip through the notes I’ve made and often think of something new. In either case, I live for this moment. This is why I love roleplaying games. It gives me the reason to perform this ritual of writing.
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Good stuff, John! I do the same with my notebooks, nothing beats pen and paper sometimes.