The tinkering is a long time coming
I am writing again.
And by writing I mean powering through the night in a bid to finish a ridiculous word count.
This is NaNoWriMo. Something I signed up for three years ago and began writing for as of yesterday.
I've carried 5000+ units of horrendous diarrhea from the depths of my mind to the screen in front of me, and somehow I don't feel lighter. I feel sick with a story that's been building inside of me for a few years now, and I do not know what to do with all this information that is building up. Should I keep a writing journal like Grapes of Wrath? Should I perhaps just give a life update everyday here on this little 30GB of the Internet for posthumous examination?
Perhaps I'll just leave aside all of it and look for different ways to screw around on my own self.
Also, maybe just showcase the tinkering around with the Arduino.
And the ukulele.
And oh look, a butterfly