Cave Story

This week I returned to an essay I’ve been struggling to write for over a year. It feels like once a month or so I start over. Just refining and re-bullet-pointing the same ideas over and over again. All of the lists I have so far are pretty much the same. I think I need to find a solid 8 hours of contiguous free time to bang out a full draft.

The world is impressively messy right now. I must admit that I’ve mostly turned inward. My focus over the last few months has been on a project that I don’t really want to talk about until I have something to show. Hopefully the first small piece will be ready to present soon. I’ve enjoyed over a year of taking the bus to work now. The difference between busing and driving is incredible.