Hey, I’ve been trying to track you down the last week or so—face to face is better for this bonkers project. Since you keep avoiding me, I guess this will have to suffice (I was very much tempted to make my own cyoa feedback loop, pain in the ass, though):
On the one hand, this is quite a bit of fun.
On the other hand: I’m tempted to be critical of the female characters for obvious reasons. But I’m also tempted to be critical of the male characters, too. And then I think the characters don’t really matter much, this is all just silliness … and then finally I wonder what I’m supposed to actually do with it, or what you want to be done with it, and will anyone read it other than me?
On the index finger of said latter hand: Surely I’m not the evil twin? (And: were you somehow at that moronic visioning meeting and if so whyso?)
On the third hand: good luck getting permissions to include the many ‘borrowed’ rooms and, um, doors. (Using my own crystal ball: I see…copyright infringement…I see…legal threats…I see…a heavily redacted version.)
One more hand (I’m quite literarily dexterous)—and to be clear, this is the dominant hand, the hand that matters most—
This. Is. All. Just. A. Game.
The world is serious. Life is serious. Isn’t it? Aren’t they?
Treat it all as such, or at least try to treat it as such, or I’ll never be able to help you. Obviously there’s a time for lightness, for play, but you’re barely getting started here, and you want others–e.g. me–to think you’re taking it all–us–ibid–seriously. Recess only ever comes after a few hours’ work. Let’s do that for now. Work, I mean.
To that end, I’m sending you a few exercises that might be beneficial, a few prompts, a few readings (especially of a less pale persuasion, which can only do you good). Nothing too big … but plenty of importance. Try to give it at least a slightly serious shot, and we’ll go from there.
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