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You know, blank pages are monstrous in their own right. They're like elitist snobs, mocking you with their silence and emptiness. For the good of humanity, I round them up and destroy them.
Okay, enough of that half-assed symbolism. This is my first entry, and I'll have plenty of time to wax didactic into the void in future editions. Right now, I'm going to write about what's been bugging me today, just as it has been for a long time before now.
I love my work, but I hate my job.
My job should be simple: I design the setting for a fantasy RPG/CCG, and make it as dynamic and real as I can. Though I'm responsible for maintaining this world, it's not mine, and I can dig that. My bosses and the games' fans go on about how much they like it, but despite this, I'm not consulted on minor things like art or the design of future supplements. Mind, I know I don't have to be, but it'd make my job so much easier if I was allowed to be proactive instead of reactive. I'm also tired of people blaming me for their mistakes: if the art's male the last time we saw someone, don't whine about how I somehow decided the character shouldn't have tits, and if you're doing a D&D setting, it might be a good idea to read or even own some D&D books! It doesn't help, either, that my bosses demand free work from me when they haven't paid me on time, can't tell me when my big project's coming out, and don't respond when I point out to them that I did over four times the work they're trying to claim that I did.
In contrast, the work... the work's GREAT. I get to mock and twist cliches. I get to design evil empires, unholy abominations, and tragic heroes. Better still, I get to write and publish my stories, and hear what others think of them! As frustrated as I am at the big project's delays, some people have told me that they're buying it just for my stuff - how cool is that, that people are willing to ignore this ass economy and plunk down money to read something I wrote down?
Last I heard, it's just another two months... here's hoping it goes without a hitch, because as scary as it'd be for everything to change, it's not as scary as the thought of things staying the same.
You know, blank pages are monstrous in their own right. They're like elitist snobs, mocking you with their silence and emptiness. For the good of humanity, I round them up and destroy them.
Okay, enough of that half-assed symbolism. This is my first entry, and I'll have plenty of time to wax didactic into the void in future editions. Right now, I'm going to write about what's been bugging me today, just as it has been for a long time before now.
I love my work, but I hate my job.
My job should be simple: I design the setting for a fantasy RPG/CCG, and make it as dynamic and real as I can. Though I'm responsible for maintaining this world, it's not mine, and I can dig that. My bosses and the games' fans go on about how much they like it, but despite this, I'm not consulted on minor things like art or the design of future supplements. Mind, I know I don't have to be, but it'd make my job so much easier if I was allowed to be proactive instead of reactive. I'm also tired of people blaming me for their mistakes: if the art's male the last time we saw someone, don't whine about how I somehow decided the character shouldn't have tits, and if you're doing a D&D setting, it might be a good idea to read or even own some D&D books! It doesn't help, either, that my bosses demand free work from me when they haven't paid me on time, can't tell me when my big project's coming out, and don't respond when I point out to them that I did over four times the work they're trying to claim that I did.
In contrast, the work... the work's GREAT. I get to mock and twist cliches. I get to design evil empires, unholy abominations, and tragic heroes. Better still, I get to write and publish my stories, and hear what others think of them! As frustrated as I am at the big project's delays, some people have told me that they're buying it just for my stuff - how cool is that, that people are willing to ignore this ass economy and plunk down money to read something I wrote down?
Last I heard, it's just another two months... here's hoping it goes without a hitch, because as scary as it'd be for everything to change, it's not as scary as the thought of things staying the same.