Wow, I don't even know how this place works, anymore!
This is supposed to be a journal entry, my first in, what, ten months? Basically, a "I'm back" kind of thing. Not full throttle, but I am now trying to dedicate myself to some creative work again. 2018 has been absolute Hell, with death and misery surrounding me on all sides. My dad inches closer to death each day, now unable to speak or swallow, sitting in a wheelchair and eating through a tube. One of my kittens died two weeks back because of two vet screwups and possibly my inability to ask the third vet the right questions. And yeah, I'm broke as F, so if anyone wants to pay me for wri
Holy crickets, it's been a while.
Yeah, life got weird, but I am slowly putting things back together again. Emphasis on "slowly", so don't expect too much right away. My dad went into a retirement home and is weakening faster than I'd like. My childhood home got sold and my garage has a trailer full of old belongings in it, waiting to be brought inside and sorted. Oh, and the kitten orphanage is still all up and running, with my house being home to 11 cats from ages 11 weeks to 11 years! And I am one tired little boy, just wanting life to be easier.
See you when things become less of a blur!
Well, into 4096 pieces for each, but that sounds less poetic.
Hi. I'm not being that frequent of a blogger, I am aware. I am struggling against the demons of procrastination and everyday chores to get The Embassy into full gear again. The story is being written, but time and distractions wear me down. And to avoid driving myself into a corner of frustration, I mix the writing with some programming. Yes, my game, the one with the pretty pictures. Well, I think they were pretty, but...
Anyway, to achieve some balance in the programming, I have started producing the other extreme of the game, the part that is more playable. I have been advised