It has been an exciting week regards to the poem that I’m doing for the competition. I started one called The Gamer on Saturday though I wasn’t really happy with it. Still I decide to leave it till this weekend and have another crack at it. On Wednesday though will at work loading the dicing machine inspiration struck. At break I wrote down the beginnings of my new poem. Over the rest of the week the idea has been fermenting away and I’m now sure of how I am now hoping to take this to create a something that maybe worthy of the competition.
As for the other poem, I will come back to that at a later date hopefully. Of course the idea for that one came from me playing The Witcher which is coming on good. I’m now onto the second act and being forced into choices between two different sides that will lead the game in separate paths. This makes the game similar to the second one and gives it replayiblity. Act two seems to be larger as well as more complex than the first act. Luckily there is a guide if I get stuck with the game which is lucky as I may have to use it because I’ve got so many active quest at the moment. Too many and I’ll start to get lost not knowing what I’m doing, hehehe.
It was Robert Burns night on Wednesday. As is tradition I didn’t get my tatties and neeps till Thursday. Magz had forgot to get the turnip so Tammy and me, the only ones in the house that like haggis, had to leave it till then to get our Burns Supper. In the end it was all the better for it. Though there were no speeches or poetry, other than in my head, and not a snifter of whisky. As for the whisky I’m not a great drinker so that wasn’t really missed.