I was supposed to write microfiction here, but I just don’t have it in me. I am having one of those days where a momentary spat with the lady of my life casts a pallor over the rest of the day. Moreover, it highlights all of the bad things that came before it–from the bus crashing into another car, from seeing a giant cockroach clinging to the wall of my favorite coffee shop in Spain, on to recovering from a week of sidequesting that has left me entirely depleted. Add in a chapter that is in utter disarray, and I am having a classic bad day. So much so that it is making me wonder if this is like that moment in the theater when the lights go down briefly to let you know that the show is going to be startign soon and you need to take your seats… except in my warped nightmare the drop in lumination says, The real shit is about to go down, so buckle up.
In short, this has been a very bad week. This has been a very bad day to compliment this very bad week.
On the up side, I’m feeling a small inkling to craft again. Not a heavy tug, but an inkling. I’m searching for a seed I can use to generate a ton of loot in order to then generate whatever amazing structure I’ll build in that world.