So I stick on Cat Power, as I’ve no-one else to talk to.
It’s 1:50 in the morning. About half an hour ago, I finished playing a preview slice of what seems to be the first genuinely great game of the New Year. I mean, it could all go to pot – it’s the first fifth of the game – but what I’ve blasted through is up with anything. I don’t actually want to name it, as I’ll be starting to hype it soon enough, but rather concentrate on this feeling. As I step out of the game, I go to their website. Then I read the readme. Then I start reading their interviews. Then I search their site for a mail address, but since there’s only a form, I don’t bother (you may, from this, presume it’s an Indie game). Between all this, I send a string of mails to my commissioning editor, giving him a first impression, then asking about some minutiae of the piece. And I’m also flicking up and down the my IM client, checking if there’s anyone online who I can talk about the cutting edge of videogames with. That is, someone who would *get* what I was on about and why I was so excited and perhaps do something with it themselves.
I have my head full of all the thoughts in the world and no-one in the immediate vicinity to send them flying at. And I’m climbing walls with the frustration of it all – so many things to communicate and no place to communicate them to except…
That I get like this, of course, why I became a critic in the first place.