Clay
I keep having trouble writing. I’m dismayed at how many posts I’m writing premised on the situation that I’m having a hard time writing, even if each approaches it a bit differently, even if each day’s problem is its own.…
Tag Anxiety
Okay
It will be okay. If I don’t make this one post, it will be okay. If I don’t work on my game today, it will be okay. I have to keep reminding myself. I have to keep telling myself over…
Scene
Either everyone is hounding me for the things that only I can offer or everyone’s being nice because they feel sorry for me. Either I can’t find time to work on the thing I want to work on because there…
Authority
There are a lot of things I don’t feel qualified to talk about. I don’t have a graduate degree, so what insight do I really have into any issues of mathematics or engineering? I haven’t worked as a game designer…
Resistance
For the last few days I’ve been trying to write the first Problem Machine post of 2014, and I’ve been running into a lot of internal resistance. I keep dodging, making excuses, procrastinating, and generally doing anything I can to…
Ludum Dare 28: Crash and Burn
This wasn’t a good weekend for me. Here’s the thing, and maybe I didn’t entirely acknowledge this, either publicly or personally, before I started: I didn’t just want to participate in this Ludum Dare, I wanted to win. I wanted…
The Dark
I would almost say that fear of the unknown is the only real kind, but that seems difficult to defend. Certainly, the fear that the guy who told you he would cut your arm off at 3:15pm next Tuesday will…
The Love of Money
The problem with money is everything starts being about money. A common unit of exchange becomes more common, and its meaning begins to supersede all other meanings, conflates to a number that tells you everything you need to know about…
Change
Autumn is a time of change. There’s something missing, something which I’m just noticing, and I’m not sure whether this absence of sensation is an awakened perception of absence or is a new and creeping numbness of the senses. I…
Half-Empty
I feel too often like I have nothing of myself left, like I’ve poured it all out and I need to wait for the rain to come again to fill myself back up. There are many different wells within me,…