Gratitude
It ain’t easy. I want to create, I want to make amazing and touching and wondrous art every day, live a life of endless and boundless creativity – that’s what I tell myself. It is so much easier to tell…
Eve DevBlog 43: Making a Stand
Okay! Time is kind of all starting to melt together into one undifferentiated mass in my mind right now, which is a sensation I associate with productivity, so it may have been a good week. Let’s find out! Item 1:…
Negotiations
I’ve been feeling really tired. I’m not sure whether it’s the weather, shakeups in my day-to-day life, or just another goddamn random mood swing, but right now it’s hard to get the things I want to do and need to…
Building Out Of Writer’s Blocks
Things stop me from creating. Most of them stem from myself, seemingly, but that may be an illusion: If the thing we are trying to achieve must be routed through one’s heart, as with the process of creation, then it…
Eve DevBlog 42: Rolling Along
So, as implied by the last update, right now I’m taking a hard look at what needs to be done to get this game into an alpha phase: Getting everything so that it works on the most fundamental level, ready…
Obligations
In all honesty, I just now was lying down to sleep and remembered that I needed to write something. Fuck. It’s like that dream where for reasons you don’t understand you’re giving a presentation on a subject you haven’t studied…
Fetch
Usually it’s a tennis ball: Sometimes (not often), still recognizable as such. She digs it out from among the tall weeds and brings it to me, and I throw it, and she runs out and grabs it and brings it…
Eve DevBlog 41: Recovery
After how quickly and intensely I progressed during TIGJam, this week felt like a slog through molasses, but looking back on it things actually went pretty decently. I’ve got a basic menu system implemented now, which isn’t much to look…
Melted in Place
Warm. It’s fucking warm and this nasty salty sweat keeps leaking out my hair holes and making me spongy-slick resentful at this fucking world with it’s stupid tilted axis and smug shining dickhole of a sun. I’m sitting in this…
First Impressions
Something I’ve been thinking a lot about recently is how games and other works ask us to engage with them. Each work of art exists within a greater context, and how we parse the messages those works engender is affected…