The Dink Network

All my life I've wanted to be a video game developer. At two years old I designed my first game, if by game you count a crude drawing that let you talk to Barney somehow someway... So when I turned 9, I decided to learn how to program. Of course, I failed in every way possible. You see, I just couldn't figure it out because I had about 5 dollars my mom gives me for spending every month and that just wasn't enough for a C or C++ tutorial book. I gave up on the subject, keeping all my ideas to myself and looking for free games to play on the net. It was then that I truly stepped into the light. The pearly, yet sloppily painted white, gate opened carved with TDN. A faraway silky voice that almost sounded like as if red fountain pen were writing the most excellent message of all guided me into the heavenly d-mods of life and I embraced the glory that is Dink Smallwood. Yes, the devilish angel. The Little Nicky of freeware. At times it made me want to smash my computer to bits. Yet at other times I felt a pure aura of pleasure. A zone where my craziest, cookiest plots could finally be converted into the most amazing games of all! Unspeakable power at my very fingertips.. Then, I found out it was REALLY REALLY hard! And now here I am, about to cross the TDN city limits, the only place I was (almost) ever half accepted (probably not) will be gone as soon as I step over the border. My hand falls to the delete button, wavers, then stays, I am torn in two. I don't know what to do. Create a d-mod after years of inexperienced toil or just leave and only see your unfinished shadow. Does anyone else feel the Programming Blues?