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I have been playing role-playing games (the pen-and-paper type) off and on, and have read my way through at least a dozen systems… and on all of them I found something that I liked and something that I realy didn’t care for. So basically since ever I thought about writing a game on my own that would combine all the good stuff and find better solutions for all the bad.

I am now in my fourth try do develop a system, and as for now my biggest problems are
=> find the time to write
=> keep on writing
=> not to loose myself in the details

So keep cheering me on. I might finish my game sometimes

‘Niklas

I actually built myself a rough-and-rumble silkscreen press… twice. The biggest problem was for me to find the actual screen fabric, but I got good enough results with very file nylon from a sewing/fabric store. Well, it doesn’t reproduce any fine lines, but it’s good enough for some kids play, and that’s what I used my first one for: giving ‘lessons’ and ‘demonstrations’ for kids at several neighborhood festivals. Most kids immeditaely got excited when they realized that they could cut out a form in paper and put it under the press, and then make half a dozen copies. (THey especially liked my stories about pirate flags and then printed their own version of black ink flags with the white parts done by laying paper under the screen). I lost my press while moving and have since built another one, but haven’t gotten to use it as often as I would… Remind me to go out and print a little moer often. Yours, ‘Niklas

Actually I am cheating. I already am a singer-songwriter and I actually performed at least every other month. but that was long ago, in a previous life, in Belgium.

Like I probably told already, I have since married a girl from Houston and moved to the US. So I swapped staying late in bars and singing the blues about being lonely for staying home every evening and spending my time with my wife and our ever-growing family of now already 3 cats.

Last year however, my old mentor and songwriter Bram Vermeulen died, and every time I think back of him I remember how he kept believing in me, Patrick, Lucas… all of us, and I feel compelled to go out singing again.

My biggest problems so far are threefold:
1) I have to get fluently enough in english to get my point across in singing without my rithm and rhime feeling forced
2) I have to find the local scene
3) I have to get off my lazy XXX in the evening and start singing and practicing again.

part 3 will be the hardest.

‘Niklas