Still awake. A lot of plates in the air. Or books. Something. It occurs to me now that I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.
This last book is perhaps the hardest game writing I’ve ever done, much to my surprise, and I didn’t really enjoy it. In part the process, in part the uncertainty, in part the subject matter. I have great fears that the material will be unsatisfactory, as, of course, I do when I finish anything. Suffice to say, the work may be fine but this was not my best performance.