I been thinkin' bout the way I do reviews. I jus' can't shake the feeling that errytime I write one, I'm like a sadist with a knife butcherin' cute li'l lambs.I wanna improve, and I wanna do things different in the future. Imma try my best and keep ma fingers off the knife.
Also I wanna offer a public apology to all the devs whose emotions I've injured along the way. I'm sorry y'all!
There's a fun li'l passage in Pressfield's War of Art. He toilin' for twenty-six months nonstop, wearin' his li'l backside out, to finish his first ever novel. He finally does, and is like, HUZZAAAH. And he goes to his writer friend to break the news. The friend? "Good for you. Start the next one today."
FINISH IT, sweethearts. And then start another one.