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I'm two behind on the Sunshine Challenge and disastrously low on spoons; I think I need to decide I'm allowed to skip them, so I don't end up not checking DW because I'm stressing over the posts I haven't made.
I direly want to get the next chapter of my current Hannibal fic out the door, and that's fairly close to happening. I think I'll call this weekend a win if I can finish the draft. The good news is, it's writing itself in my head in at least half my mental downtime; the bad news is it's never the part I'm actually drafting. But hot damn do I have plenty of material queued up!
I was gifted the game Frostpunk on Steam recently as a belated birthday present, and it's a hell of a psychologically double-edged sword for me. xD It's a fairly difficult survival/city-builder sim that kinda reminds me of the movie Snowpiercer in concept/aesthetic, and it's the particular sort of OPTIMIZE ALL THE THINGS! MAKE NUMBERS GO UP! that is catnip to my brain. Particularly on an anxiety swell. So I love it! It's a game I find very fun and very immersive. (And I'd rec it to anyone else who likes city-building and/or optimization porn.)
Buuuuut few things will make me hardcore lose track of time to such an extent. When I finally finished the first scenario I didn't realize I'd been going all night until I looked out the window; if someone had asked I'd have guessed it was maybe three or four in the morning. Seeing sunlight (it was 7:30) was fucking jarring as hell; normally I have an exceptionally good sense of time, and obviously OPTIMIZE ALL THE THINGS, while highly enjoyable, is not productive outside its own context when it's a video game. (Rampantly devouring hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic and/or other books, which is the other main thing I do when the brain weasels are uppity, isn't technically productive either, but it does tend to add to the creative pressure that eventually motivates me to write. Compulsively making numbers go up, not so much.)
I direly want to get the next chapter of my current Hannibal fic out the door, and that's fairly close to happening. I think I'll call this weekend a win if I can finish the draft. The good news is, it's writing itself in my head in at least half my mental downtime; the bad news is it's never the part I'm actually drafting. But hot damn do I have plenty of material queued up!
I was gifted the game Frostpunk on Steam recently as a belated birthday present, and it's a hell of a psychologically double-edged sword for me. xD It's a fairly difficult survival/city-builder sim that kinda reminds me of the movie Snowpiercer in concept/aesthetic, and it's the particular sort of OPTIMIZE ALL THE THINGS! MAKE NUMBERS GO UP! that is catnip to my brain. Particularly on an anxiety swell. So I love it! It's a game I find very fun and very immersive. (And I'd rec it to anyone else who likes city-building and/or optimization porn.)
Buuuuut few things will make me hardcore lose track of time to such an extent. When I finally finished the first scenario I didn't realize I'd been going all night until I looked out the window; if someone had asked I'd have guessed it was maybe three or four in the morning. Seeing sunlight (it was 7:30) was fucking jarring as hell; normally I have an exceptionally good sense of time, and obviously OPTIMIZE ALL THE THINGS, while highly enjoyable, is not productive outside its own context when it's a video game. (Rampantly devouring hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic and/or other books, which is the other main thing I do when the brain weasels are uppity, isn't technically productive either, but it does tend to add to the creative pressure that eventually motivates me to write. Compulsively making numbers go up, not so much.)
