Waiting and waiting and waiting again.
The wonderful world of computing.
You wait for an update, then wait for some more.
Once it's finished, it starts more updating.
Of all the things this shape must be.
It should have three corners, angular.
Three sides of lengths that have no rules.
The Triangle is Critically Triangular.
Changing up the way it's made.
The tweaks they never end.
I'm glad that no-one sees this code.
Until it's good to send.
Every little task I've done,
I mark it on my checklist.
But sections are not yet complete,
And online is the biggest.
There are many challenges ahead.
The fight has only begun.
A long set of commands must be created,
Before this war is won.
I'm starting to find that the large tasks aren't bad.
The issue is with all of the small ones.
It's hard to remember to tweak all the things,
That are needed to fix all the problems.
Scanning through the checklist,
There's not much more to do.
But I still have to write a framework.
Which feels so fresh and new.
Working through my code again,
I fix up all the strings.
I hope that that's the final time,
I have to tweak the things.
Oh, volatile, fickle strings of C.
I forgot how much I hated thee.
I allocate your memory,
Which later I must also free.
Time to start work on my Framework anew,
With Menus and Scoreboards and more.
I know what will work, and the things not to do,
As I've done this a few times, before.
After the struggle of getting Linux installed,
Compiling my code went quite well.
Though it looks to be fine, it still crashes a lot.
I hope that a fix won't be hell.
Everything's broken on iOS.
It feels like I'm starting again.
But a lot of the bugs should be fixable.
So shouldn't be much of a strain.
Testing is fun,
Except when it fails.
Now I must dig,
through the tester's details.
I drew a summer Pixelart,
But it's not that warm, today.
Freezing in my many layers,
The Winter's here to stay.
My framework is coming along quite well,
But to Windows it's still shackled.
Trying to get it running elsewhere,
Is something I haven't yet tackled.
It's all quite overwhelming,
But I'll take it in my stride.
I'll whip up music playing code,
That plays a tune of pride.
Focused on the framework,
I leave behind another game.
I plan to pick them up, some day,
Or at least, that is my aim.
Too many buffers needs buffering.
So I buffer my hands to the keys.
Buffering up all the buffers around,
'Til they buffer the way that they please.