It’s been an interesting day, today. Fernne (my sister, for the uninformed) graduated from Year 12 today, and after her exams in October/November, will be done with school completely. Makes me feel a bit old, actually, because I can still remember graduating myself with her still a little school girl. Not really helped by my birthday tomorrow, I suppose. ;-)

Yes, it’s my 20th birthday tomorrow. Fun and games, and all that. I’m going to try to spend as much of the day away from home as possible - I mostly loathe my birthdays… I dislike being the centre of attention unless there’s a good reason for it. And birthdays have never been really important to me… every year they creep up on me. It’s always about two weeks before when I suddenly think, “Hey… it’s my birthday soon! Weird.” But then, that’s me.

Today I spent a bit of time going over some of my Epi notes, and started to do some semi-serious script work for one of the characters. I still haven’t managed to get in touch with Celchu, and I’m starting to think that I might not manage at all, for whatever reason.

You know, looking back on all of the things we decided to put in the game, and thinking about writing it all myself, I’m wondering how we ever decided to be so absolutely nuts about it all. For instance, the game has seven playable characters, each of which has two individual plot lines ie: a ‘good’ and an ‘evil’ plot line each. And I’m facing having to write all of that, and tie it all in together, and the way it’s planned, the two different plot elements, depending on the players actions, would cause the actual world history itself to change.

I don’t think I can manage it all, I’m afraid. But then, that’s a problem for another time. I’ve decided to be methodical about it, and write one character at a time, one plot line at a time, and worry about linking them altogether when they’re more or less done. I’ll see if some of my friends would be interested in writing with me, it’s possible that I can recruit some help. And, as always, I’m hoping Celchu will prove me wrong and drop an email into my inbox just saying he’s been busy, but is still around and aware.

It comes down to hope, then. In some ways, it always does. Gah. Age is making me reflective. Yes, I know, 20 ain’t old. But then, I’ve never been 20 before, so… yeah.

Here’s hoping.

-Andiyar