Whenever I pick up my notebook and leaf through it, I often wonder whether I am a madman.

Each page is filled with earnest scribbling, slipshod sketches, or rambling prose. Every “chapter” of this misbegotten tome is an aborted scheme, a half-baked diagram, an idea which, while having completely captivated me at the moment of writing, now makes me look back and shake my head with untold amounts of rue*.

I wonder as I return it to its place in my backpack whether I, with my inhibitively intense erraticism (not to mention obtuseness), am even capable of creating something that stands on its own merits; something that can be appreciated as a whole and complete work, particularly within the realm of game development, which is an incredibly precise and demanding practice.

I don’t want this project to fade into non-existence with the rest of my attempted projects. But I also don’t want it to be only appreciable once the player understand me and who I am, and what I am attempting to achieve.

Enough procrastinating. I have a TODO list as long as my penis euphemism, and things need to get todone.

* I am talking many rues.