Self Update

I don't feel like writing for Cain today so I'm working on the blog because I don't care what happens here. I wonder if I ever did care. It's just that it feels like I'm ripping something out of my soul whenever I try to write for real. It' doesn't feel as fun as this writing but it does feel more important. I put so much pressure on myself that I expect Stephen King quality when I'm still writing what feels like fanfiction. 

So, this is a test to see if I can work on my "plan." There's this game that came out years ago called Pikmin. It's about an astronaut named Olimar who's the size of a penny who crashes on Earth. Being from another world, he knows nothing about our planet but finds a small creature that's willing to help him, a Pikmin. The game play tasks the player in collecting many of these creatures. Red for fire, yellow for electricity, and blue for water. Gather enough of them and you can use them to gather resources. Olimar's ship has crashed and he needs to gather the parts in the next thirty days. And the game reminds you that the clock is ticking. Each day is about twenty minutes in real time, in that time you have to plan for the next step. If you see an item thats underwater, you need to plan to get the blue Pikmin out and bring them to the site. If there's a place that needs an electric current, you plan for the yellow ones. If there's a boss, you bring everyone and hope for the best. Of course, the Pikmin die during these fights so you have to replace them. I've watched people play these deathless runs which is madness to me. But this is where the therapy part comes in. The plan. You see, if you don't make a plan, the next day will be a bust and you'll end up wasting a full day doing nothing. You have to plan. The same applies to me. Instead of moaning about time lost I'm trying to pump myself up and plan so that I don't waste another day. Thinking ahead like this may help me out a bit. I can plan because I have the time to plan. That's my theraputic strategy.