August 30, 1985
Another good day on the game. (Screenplay? What screenplay?) I’m getting to the point where I want to rush out and buy a video camera, a VCR and a digitizer and get to work.
Atari Karateka arrived FedEx. It looks great, sounds awful. Dad and I spent the day troubleshooting the music. It should be OK, but nowhere near Commodore quality.
I’m unutterably happy that I’m getting psyched up for this new game. It fills me with joy and confidence in the future.
Then again, maybe feeling good doesn’t necessarily mean that what I write is good. Maybe the best stuff is produced out of blackest despair. Or maybe not.
