Here we are. Halfway to fifty. That’s terrifying. Fifty is an age for old people. I can’t be old people. Can I? It’s right there in my last name: NOT OLD!
Last year I was worried I might have glaucoma. I finally got around to making that eye doctor appointment I talked about. It turns out I’m fine. I’ve just got a really goofy, non-standard optic nerve.
This wasn’t a bad year. I was nominated for a Hugo award, became a finalist, and then didn’t win. While a win would have been a nice boon, I’m thrilled any time recognition for my work reaches beyond this humble site.
I released Good Robot. It wasn’t a huge success, but it felt good to bring a project all the way to market. Also, I can now go around calling myself an indie game developer, and I’m told that’s really hip with the young people or whatever.
My oldest daughter RachelYou might recognize her as the one who edits the podcast. moved out this year. That’s a bit of an emotional gut-punch, but it’s gratifying to see someone I helped make turn into a capable, confident, motivated adult with goals and skills.
I lost my weekly column at The Escapist. I loved that gig. They were easy to work with and it paid well. A lot of you folks pitched in on Patreon to help soften the blow. Have I said thanks recently? No? Well thanks. I love being able to keep up with basic needs like food, shelter, broadband internet, and graphics hardware.
So goes another year for me. Also Happy Birthday to Stephen Fry, Hideo Kojima, and John Green.
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