The Years Become a Centrifuge

September 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

One moment, it is December. The next, it is September of the following year. You are dumped on your ass, unable to tell up from down, feeling run over by a train. That’s just age, baby. The longer we live, the faster the centrifuge spins, the more we ache when we wake up in the morning. It would be nice to go back to the times when tomorrow seemed like forever away, and it was a real actual eternity waiting for your best friend’s birthday party next week.

I guess this is my way of saying, whoops. Sorry about that.

So, about that posting more often thing…

Lately, there has been a lot of tumult in my life. I’m a great believer in the power of time, and how it heals all wounds, at least if they’ve been seen to properly with first aid (or first aid equivalent) and longterm treatment if necessary. Sometimes, time needs a little help working its healing magic. And sometimes, it just works all on its own. The difficulty is knowing which is which – if you press too hard on something that will heal naturally, you run the risk of fucking it up. If you leave alone a wound that continues to fester… well, obviously, not good. But how do you know when to act, and when to stay silent? (Any ideas, Valjean?)

Some of the earlier tumult has resolved itself, or is beginning to be actively resolved, but as with many things, this has brought about many changes. Many changes have been positive. Many of the side effects have been a real shit sandwich. The result seems to be a cascade of crap I Am Entirely Too Old For.

I would like to write my perspective on some of these things, but I don’t want to make a personal attack on anyone. I want to, as it were, speak out in my own voice – but treat those who have caused me injury with respect. So it may take a bit of thinking on my part to get all the many things I have to say across.

And for the first time I am beginning to feel like I can actually come out and talk about things for real. Actually use my voice. Novel!

I don’t know when I will write these things. I will endeavor to actually do so. I think my side is just as important as anyone else’s, after all, and I am my own best advocate.

“Can we get back to game design? (Please, yo…)”

Not only has this been an insane whirlwind of a year for me personally, a ton has happened on the ETG homefront. Way too much to summarize here. Look out for posts about that in the not-too-distant-future.

Stay sane!


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