Hellish Cutlery

Its that time of night again when my mind wont shut down and I turn to the prose. At least its not addictive or detrimental to my health, physical or otherwise.

I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC. I want to go to GDC, seems to be the pattern of my thoughts.

This involves booking flights in excess of £400 and booking accommodation for about £300, then applying for the volunteer program (writing an essay justifying why you should be chosen) where I work 20 hours in exchange for an all access pass to the conference which is an extraordinary opportunity. Thing is I wont know if I've got a place until January 5th, which is far too late to book flights etc, so I'd have to book early and then later cancel if I failed. Is there a deposit or cancellation fee? Or do you forfeit the whole lot? No idea. Are the flights even sensible times that I can actually be at the airport for?


Why do I want to go to GDC in the first place? Well just about everyone I mention in this blog post will be attending plus just about every leading game development company to talk in detail about everything from the mechanics of game design to where the industry is heading, where it should be heading, whats interesting, whats important, what will further the medium as an artform? All these fascinating people in just one place to converse and discuss the very things that interest me most. On top of that it would a great opportunity to present some work of my own to developers, get some feedback, get my name out there in some form.

All this makes for one psychotic cocktail of a headache, compounded by an 11 second animation where each frame feels like a battle in itself, and an experimental animation that won't get done on its own. Surely all this is some kind of indication of a fork and the road, a hellish piece of cutlery, prongs firmly impaling the pathway. I feel so naive, but if I can somehow force this beast of an event to manifest, that would magical.