tuesday, 30 june
Ink day. spent it in the weave, trying to build a branch where the player picks which tide-pool Wren catalogues first, and it genuinely does not matter to the sea but has to feel like it matters to Wren. that gap is the entire game. everything else is decoration on the gap. see The Almanac Mechanic.
Wend standup at 4. i said "great progress" three separate times and died a little each time. contract's up in august and i already know how this ends — i just haven't said it out loud to the one person it'll actually cost me something to say it to.
- call mama
- send the wayfinding synthesis to the client
- Ink: rough out the pool-select branch
didn't swim. wrote instead. the ocean was right there and i chose a screen. noted, not judged. (judged a little.)