On that day, to stay awake I went to the Jewish Museum in the Marais. The first day after flying in from California is always a bit surreal anyway you force yourself to stay up and walk around in the bright daylight, even though your body wants to be asleep and dreaming. It was in Paris, a city where unexpected things often happen to me. Over three decades of writing, programming, and other left-brain activities, I pretty much forgot that I'd ever known how to draw. When you stop drawing, you get rusty very fast.
After that, I did the occasional scribble-sketch, but my level of skill basically remained frozen for the next 30 years. The entries are selected and abridged - most of what I had on my mind at age 21, you don't want to hear about - but on principle, I've let things stand as I wrote them, and avoided the temptation to revise with hindsight.Īs a kid I was pretty good at drawing. If enough people are interested, I'll keep posting - ideally, at least through the end of 1989, when. So even though the last thing I need is another hobby - especially one that involves spending more time at the keyboard - I've begun posting those old journal entries, a kind of blog from the past, starting in 1985. Check out the "Old Journals" and let me know what you think. It occurred to me that as a case history, a time-capsule view of the videogame industry as it was in the 1980s, this was a story others might find interesting too. The story of how Prince of Persia came to be, and almost didn't. A few months ago, when I sat down to write an afterword for the Prince of Persia graphic novel, I pulled out those old notebooks and started to browse through them, figuring it might help me wrap my mind around Prince of Persia's 20-year history. I'm still not sure whether it was a good habit or a bad one. I started keeping a journal my freshman year in college, and kept the habit for years afterward.
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