I’ve said it a couple of times on this blog: a large part of my early life was spent feeling like I had something to say or create, but without really a medium to say or do it in. Something inside me was itching to get out, but I felt I was a terrible artist and no other medium than art ever occurred to me. So it never really did come out.

Then I started to blog, and for a while that was a huge if unexpected release. The more personal the blogging got, the more satisfying and liberating it was. Eventually, though, the mainstream did catch up with blogging, and it did get complicated; clients and employers were likely to read everything I would write, and somewhere along the line, fact-checking commenters started nitpicking on every shakespearian overgeneralization that I’d previously used for dramatic effect. So, for a couple of years now, I haven’t really blogged, not like I used to. Fair enough, it was great while it lasted.

Thing is, that drive is really starting to manifest again, that urge to create something, for lack of a better expression. And I’m still looking for the medium to do it in.

Should I simply learn an art? Given that I’m cerebral and love to tell stories, perhaps I should write non-fiction essays, or produce documentaries? Graphic novels? Photography? Return to videogame producing? Right now I’m thinking all of the above.