My Cardboard Balcony

I'm Feeling by Belinda Roddie I'm feeling all the pressure on my back and shoulders, tightening up into knots. I fear that I'll have a panic attack, or cough so much that soon, I'm seeing spots in my vision. The dread has slowly crept its way into my brain and nested there, keeping me awake when I should have slept and making my better judgment impaired. Everyone's worried about me, I know, but what am I supposed to say? I try to hard to beat the fear and vertigo that makes me sway and shake and laugh and cry and put me through the roller coaster ride. There's not much more of this that I can hide.

I had a problem. A big one. I had been designing a game for six years now. I had coded it. I had illustrated it. I had written the story. Everything was falling into place. And then I told my friend to try downloading it from my computer. She had no luck. "It won't install," she informed me. "What? Why?" "It says it's corrupt?" I stared. "How the Hell can the game be corrupt? I've been demo-ing it for the past week."