On the way home from Paris on Sunday night, I purposefully left myself with nothing but my notepad and my pen. I had two choices: be creative, or be bored.
The gambit paid off. Plans flowed forth from my arm, through the pen and onto that increasingly-battered pad, implications and motivations and chains of cause and effect unfolding like the first flowers of spring to unveil the sweet nectar of gameplay elements ripe for implementation.
If I had spent the same few hours at home in front of the computer, I’d probably just have fiddled with the terrain and pushed a few triggers around. Sure, stopping is anathema, but sometimes forward motion is elusive. Sometimes, action must be forced.