Game Writer Applications: CV
A short blog about writing your CV for games narratives.
A short blog about writing your CV for games narratives.
Game narrative is insanely competitive which means microeconomics kick in. There’s an excess supply relative to demand, which pushes the price paid for an average service wayyy down. So do you really want to do this?
Of the 40+ print magazines I worked on, less than 5% are still in print. Of the games I’ve worked on as a writer, at least half didn’t make it out of the starting gate. (One, called Legacy, came out this year and is almost impossible to access. I don’t know anyone who’s played it.)
“…a fascinating trip through the philosophical canon, showing how games illustrate key existential questions.”
Fun! I’m doing a wheelie down a ruined high street at high speed, totally unable to tell where I’m going, while heavily armed North Koreans spray machine gun fire at me. This is the best motorcycle game I’ve ever played and it’s not a motorcycle game. I drop my iron steed out of the wheelie just
Nowadays, I’m mainly a writer, designer and journalist. But I spent three years in video games PR, working for Warner Bros, Disney, NCsoft, Paramount, Ubisoft, IGN, Philips, Rising Star, Game City, The Toy Fair, 1C Games, Irrational Games, 505 Games and a ton more. Here’s a basic media campaign for an indie developer.
“You have to have Martians.” my girlfriend says. “People want to fight Martians! On Mars!”
Some cities have a larger literary presence than tangible. Paris balances the two. London weighs towards the real, rather than the page. But Berlin, for me especially, is a city explored first in media, only peripherally in the real. Mr Norris Changes Trains, The Spy Who Came In From The Cold gave me a sense
The end of last year was the lowest point of my life so far (and it was almost entirely my fault, sorry M), but set this year up perfectly for a single golden question; could I survive and thrive as a freelance writer? The braggadocio-saturated answer was, thankfully, ‘yes, you cowardly arse; why didn’t you…