Log #19
The date is 6th Jan 2024.
I did it.
Almost gave up on the wip, it was that bad mentally. I hated everything I wrote.
But after a whole night unable to sleep, as I closed my eyes and right before I fell asleep, I came up with a solution. What I wrote after that . . . I finally genuinely like.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Believe in yourself. Even if at first it isnt exremely good. You always learn and get better. That you write a story and even post it for others to read is very brave. I couldn’t do it. You rock! 
Thank you <3
Log #20
The date is 7th of Jan, 2024.
Rough day today. A lot of negativity and fear about my uncertain future.
I must maintain hope that things will eventually work out. Yes. I must remain calm.
Stay calm. Follow the plan.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…
@Dazial An uncertain future can be very scary and deserves focus, especially if this puts you in a dangerous situation (sorry if I am assuming wrong). I’m sorry you are having a rough day, and I wish I could make you smile.
You know it’s perfectly okay to take time away from the writing? Because it is. Many WIPs have long hiatuses, there’s nothing wrong with that. A lot of the time, if writing isn’t working it isn’t working for a reason. Don’t force it. Work on something else. It can be related, it can be unrelated, it could be nothing more than making lists of elements, it could be actively working on backstory and worldbuilding that no one will ever see. It does not have to be the project, and it does not have to be presented to us, or even saved. It can be extremely silly, I once rewrote something I’d got stuck on as if all of my characters were rabbits. Just let it come when and as it comes. Forcing it will do nothing but make a project you used to enjoy into a chore you would rather avoid, and that’s not something that any hobbyist writer wants.
Oh! No, no, it’s not quite like that. Thank you so much for caring tho <3 And you did make me smile.
That means a lot coming from another fellow writer/author. Thank you AnneWest.
***** UPDATE ******
THE REWRITE IS CANCELLED.
I caught a flu and was sick for a week.
In that time, time passed more slowly, and it was enough to let me look at my writing as if I was a new reader.
The game is fine as is. It seems I let my insecurities as a writer get the better of me.
Every story is written differently. It will work for some readers, and not for others.
I will now focus on finishing the game.
I know i have not posted here before, but I have been playing your game since the beginning and I am glad that you’re going to be working on finishing it! Writing can be very hard at times, as can editing-- and you are right! Not everyone will like everything and that’s perfectly fine! If some people don’t enjoy your writing, don’t let them get to you; you’ve got a very unique style and that is an extremely good thing!
I just finished the demo and it was so cute, angst, beautiful and omg I will wait for the next update like there is no tomorrow, you left it in the best part!! Thank you for all your hard work 
Thank you so so much for continuing to stick around and support me. 
What’s coming will be worth the wait. I’ve been working on the game a lot. A whole lot.
Yes I received the saddening news. I’ll be copying the game to cogdemos today. Dashingdon link will be up until the site shuts down.
Thank you for reading it! Whenever I’m demotivated I remember comments like these! Also I like that blue heart, here’s a special spinning hearts one 
Log #21
Progress is good after my renewed focus and canceling the rewrite. The game is now about 80% complete. It will be complete within two months.
I’m releasing bonus content for you guys while you wait. This snippet, I gave to my super fans a while back. Now, I’m releasing it publicly. My super fans will be getting something else in the future.
It wil not be in the main game but is part of the world of In the Future. The character, Galaxus, also appears in In the Future.
Guidance: The following may not be suitable for a young audience.
Vault Archives: Chapter ?
“What was your first impression of me?” Asks Tomy Glacier, Category 1, alchemist. He has a pale complexion, and wooly, curly black hair.
They’re sitting at a long table, set low so that it almost touches their knees. The wood is solid teak and has that smoothness like a bar of soap. It is not exactly even, though, because each individual slat is placed a little off to each other.
“My first impression? We just met today.” Replies Galaxus, chief of the forest tribe called Akija. Galaxus wears the green robes that indicate he is only a Category 1 student at the alchemical university which they are in. Category 1; the lowest rank possible. Galaxus has a dark complexion and intricate dreadlocks.
“Yeah. First impressions. Go.”
There is, and this doesn’t really surprise the other students walking around the cafeteria, but there is a naked woman sitting across both Galaxus and Tomy. She has on only the school’s uniform, her green robe. “My frist impression? Someone respectful of people.” Replies Fiorra, daughter of Trrizath. Her skin complexion is difficult to describe but is less dark than Galaxus’s.
Tomy blushes and jumps up and down in his seat. “Did you hear that Galaxus! I’m respectful! The others are wrong!” He slumps into his seat and sighs. “We should sleep together, Fiorra. We have chemistry.”
“No.” Fiorra is expressionless.
Tomy is silent for a second, then turns to Galaxus with a burst of energy. “What about you, what’s your first impression?”
Galaxus holds his chin like some very wise and ancient philosopher. “Hm . . . My friend. You are, after all, the only one who came to greet and introduce yourself.”
“Okay. Great. My turn. My impression of you, Fiorra.” Tomy holds his wooden wand tightly and waves it in the air. It’s a practice wand for students. “I thought you were pretty.”
“. . . And?”
“That’s it. that’s my first impression. It’s a first impression, Fiorra! It’s not meant to be complex.”
“Very well.”
“And I thought you were a very funny person, Galaxus.”
Galaxus puts on a face of utter nonchalance and indifference, enough to break stone in half. “It’s not even been an hour of my first day at this school and already I have the pressure of not disappointing someone.”
This makes Tomy crack up like a kid. His hands are curled at weird angles while he guffaws.
Fiorra speaks up. “My first impression of you, Galaxus, is that you’re a sinner. It was also, I admit, my impression of the son of Glacier.” She means Tomy.
“Why is that?” Asks Galaxus.
“Because you are not showing your skin. The gods craeted you for what reason then if you choose to hide it?”
“Fair point.” Galaxus replies.
“I would if I could.” Offers Tomy.
Fiorra shakes her head. “Honestly quite disgusting.”
“The idea of me being naked?”
“No!” She snaps. “The idea of an animal being clothed. You’d be stoned if you were in my city.”
Tomy gulps. “That’s . . . that’s awful . . .”
“It’s quite harsh, indeed.” Galaxus nods his head.
“So scary . . .”
“It can be. I’ve seen other tribes do stonings.” Galaxus’s eyes glaze slightly as he reminisces.
“I can’t imagine . . .” Tomy mutters.
“It’s not quite that bizarre.”
“Women . . . completely nude. All the time. No underwear, no sense of teasing . . . Horrible . . .” Tomy looks as if he is about to cry.
“Ah. Yes . . . It does leave nothing to the imagination does it, Fiorra?” Galaxus tilts his head at her.
Fiorra has already packed her bag full of textbooks and is about to stand up and leave. “Sinful.” She shakes her head.
Tomy’s eyes go wide open. He cups his hands to his eyes to form binoculars. “Holy shit!” He gasps. Fiorra, now standing straight before the two men, nods her farewell to them, and walks away.
Galaxus looks up at the cafeteria’s domed ceiling. He stares at the marble statues of various mythical creatures that perch at the top of supporting pillars. At the circular hole that allows the sun to shine through and provide light for the enclosure. That light spreads on Galaxux’s face like golden honey.
He grins. “This will be an interesting few years of my life.” He ruminates to himself. What he said should not be taken lightly as the chief of his tribe who’s seen countless wars, fathered and grandfathered countless children. Despite that, his statement could be seen as an overexaggeration to some.
If only.
END.
Log #22
Gonna try to get even more done today.
Here’s another snippet of bonus content.
Vault Archives: Chapter ?
They are all at that same long table at that same cafeteria in the university’s main building. Tomy, Galaxus, and Fiorra.
Tomy has his legs propped up rudely on the table, his shoes looking dirty and caked with mud. Fiorra is nude as always, wearing only her university robe. Galaxus, cool and collected, sits like a statue, not blinking and staring ahead at nothing.
“. . .” Tomy says as loud as possible.
It has been months since their first encounter. Discussions between these strange three comprised mainly of homework assignments and small gossip. Sometimes Fiorra would go on a tirade and bemoan the other two of their sinful ways.
In other words; it had been a peaceful few months.
“Can I sit here?”
The three all look to their left at a rather short woman with raven black hair. In her arms, she carries thick brown tomes that the univeristy assigns as textbooks.
“Woah!” Tomy immediately brings his feet down. “You’re probably the most beautiful woman in this establishment, milady.”
Fiorra turns to Tomy. “That is what you said of me, son of Glacier.”
“Ah!” Tomy grabs the hairs on his scalp. “You’re right! This is so confusing!”
The short student walks up to Tomy and glares at him, narrowing her eyes. A loose bang falls and caresses her right eyebrow. “If you look at me again, I’ll kill you, creep.”
Tomy’s eyes go wide. “Uh, sorry.” He puts his hands out, palms out.
Then the lady walks away, her robes dragging across the floor and whispering softly.
Tomy scratches his head. “What was her deal?”
Galaxus lifts a wooden mug of non-alcoholic mead up to his lips. It was made non-alcoholic using Alchemy.
Galaxus says, “there was hate in her eyes.”
Tomy raises his hands in the air. “But why? What did I do?”
“That is no ordinary hate, my friend. This individual does not hate you in particular, that much is certain.”
Tomy shrugs. “I didn’t even tell her what I was really thinking.”
Fiorra raises a brow. “And what was that?”
Tomy massages his neck with his left hand. “If she’s open to the idea of sleeping with the three of us.”
Galaxus stops mid-drink. His mug still touching his lips. Fiorra is sititng still, staring at Tomy.
Then Tomy props his legs up on the table. Galaxus finishes his drink and sets the mug on the table. Fiorra goes back to reviewing her notes on a kitchen-pot sized tome.
And the day goes by as usual.
The game is 90% complete. Just finishing up the last two chapters.
Daaaamn already? 
I thought it was going to be much longer, I cant wait to continue reading it!
Can’t waittttt :))))))