Pull over. Go ahead, listen up.

You and I share this need to write. It is in the blood, we both know it. It is there. So let me share some things with you. Some have to do with craft, and how we do things. Others how we pour our blood on the page. Of course there are those stories that never make it out of the mind. You know them. I know them. Some come in the middle of the night, and I don't know about you, but I do not wake up and take notes. Ok I lie, I have a few times dragged myself to the comptuer in the middle of the night and written some things down. But most of the time my nightmares remain safely confined in the mind.

Then there are those ideas that never make it out onto the screen. They're here one second, and gone the next. But then there are those that are confined to the page of a journal. I use a Moleskin these days, the paper is nice, the pen flows down nicely. You know the drill. It is just a way to do this.

One of my notebooks is a simple quadrille set. I use that one for drawings maps of locations. The others is where many of my ideas that will never make it into final form go to die. But they keep me writing. This is something you have to do every day. You have to exercise those muscles.

That is all for today... and so it goes. 

Well, this is it. I decided to move on from Deist Games. If you supported us, and gave us a chance, thank you. If not, thank you anyway. Now I move on to other things. But as a writer I still need to give a final warning. If you are young, and think the gaming industry is a good place to sell your wares... caveat Emptor. There are many reasons why people move on... and chiefly the industry overall does not respect you or me, or care for us that much.

If we should come across each other, let's cross some dice, and roll a natural twenty for me. Now it is time for me to say good bye to that stage in my life.

Thank You,

Nadin Abbott