It's November. Which means NaNoWriMo. But because literally who has time for that—we're instead trying a new system: Ink. For the InkJam 2024. 

It's aight. It only sorta fits the theme, and it's like 2 seconds long. But at least it's something! 

I couldn't find any motivation yesterday, and it ends at 2:00 AM tonight, SOOOO this is it. Yeah. Really nothing to write home about, about at least it happened.

Ink is cool. I'm used to Twine, know how to do a lot of things in Twine, and really couldn't anything beyond the Basic Tutorial, lol so there's just some branching, but largely it's a linear story. I think if I had more time I could have made the stuff that caught on fire more fire-related, and woven that theme higher-up in the story. Because even though this is titled "diamonds" (mostly because I like to click "compress diamonds" when making the folder into a ZIP), it's really about fire.

I don't know why I am so transfixed by fire. Perhaps it's because we're rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender. Perhaps it's because we're just getting out of fire-season. Perhaps it's because the smell of smoke is nostalgic for me—it reminds me of recess in elementary school, when the proctors would tell us not to run, there's too much smoke in the air. 

Anyway. It's short. I wanted it to be longer: Dead like the possum you found in the basement, one summer morning...

It was supposed to go on—an extended palimpsest where the past shined through the present, the uber, the cars—where the past shined through like a blanket of glittering diamonds.