Written in Stone

On my table right now is a magazine where, for the first time, I’m being quoted and my name appears on an article. There are times in the past when I dream that one day this would happen, but when it happens… in such bizzare circumstances, I certainly wish I didn’t say what I’ve said. So no, I’m not going to tell you what this magazine is or what my quote was.

In fact, I wish there’s a rock that I can crawl under and never be seen again.

My job is at one of its low points right now. This, compounded with the sickening feeling of my “second job” (WoW), makes my life all the more miserable at the moment. I’ve kept my end of the bargain and made games, as I’ve said before, but the thing about it is, admittingly, most of the end products are not very fun.

I can try to blame it on a multitude of things, chief of them being that this is my first big project and the planning stage was a complete mess, but still. I look at the finished product and I want to turn away from it, and if I’m repulsed by my own games I can hardly imagine they’d be appealing to anyone else.

If, say, this is a personal project that I do on my own time, everything I’ve done would be scrapped, destroyed, never to be seen on the face of the earth again, but this is out of my hands, the stuff is paid with hard cash and the show must go on, as the saying goes.

Insert ASCII art of hand over forehead here.

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