The sweet friction of pen and paper is the music of my soul.

He's been living in Stardew Valley for just over a year now and it certainly is giving him some inspiration, particularly living directly on the beach and seeing the expanse of the ocean every day, the beautiful waves that are occasionally angered by a rolling storm, the fish lurking below the surface.

But he has writer's block again. He sighs and closes his journal, stretching and pulling on his jacket before strolling across the sands to the dock near Willie's shop.

Perhaps the ocean will be his muse today, though the sky is already tinted grey and the winds are picking up.