Recurve. Olympic style.

I picked up a bow because I wanted a thing in my life that wouldn't respond to charm. You can talk your way into a lot of rooms. You cannot talk an arrow into the ten-ring. The arrow goes where your form says it's going. Nothing else.

The first year of building Realm by Rook, I kept reaching for the shortcut. The one that ships in a week instead of three. Every time, I'd come back to the line on Sunday and the bow would tell me where I'd been cheating. There's no version of archery where you fake the back half of a release. You feel it the moment the string leaves you, and the score tells the truth ten meters later.

I keep shooting because it's the only place I know where the feedback is honest, fast, and physical. Everything else gets to lie a little. The bow doesn't.