I somehow spent ~4 hours just... writing.
I had what I described to myself as "an absolutely fucking sick idea" for my text adventure game, and decided to sit down and flesh out the universe.
The world it takes place in is something that I had been building at the back of my mind and in scribbled notes for many, many years.
And it suddenly all just gelled together.
Time just flew by and words poured out of me as I watched it come together and I hadn't felt this kind of excitement and inner peace in _years_.
I don't think I realized how large the "write a thing and tell a story" hole in my soul had gotten, honestly. It feels good to be filling it a bit.


