Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
These moments of solitude are necessary, and indeed are the nourishment my mind requires for peace, for sanity. For all my complaints about the necessity of being engaged in other work to earn a living, I recognize the necessity for that as well. Left alone, too often I stagnate and stink and ...
As games go through lots of changes during their development, writing changes often. The thick skin -- the resilience -- needed to take the changes is something I admire completely, and something the writers share with the characters they bring to life.
... next time you have the inspiration to create/write/paint/say something but don’t -- because you feel like you’re not good enough, not worthy enough, not experienced enough, not consistent enough, not perfect enough -- do it anyway.
I've spent long hours trying to untangle unknown grief, the world's and mine, without ever really understanding that it is not meant to be untangled but explored and experienced. Studied and seen. My heart will be both soothed and scalded, each emotion has a place.