Late. Very late. Dog tired. But I can't, for the life of me, get to sleep. So I've migrated to my computer where my cat, somewhat mockingly, has gone to sleep wedged between my keyboard and the monitor.

That higher intellect and those opposable thumbs...quite useless when you get down to it, aren't they?

Right. Now, I'm guessing you've all learned about my Next Big Thing, and if you haven't...well, you're missing out on all the excitement, then, aren't you? Yes you are. If you don't know what the heck I'm talking about, check out the front page -- there's enough linkage going on there to fill in all the blanks. If you already know everything there is to know about my Next Big Thing, I won't bore you with the details. That's not what I wanted to talk about.

See, it's always kind of an anti-climax to finally reveal what you've been working on. You've been keeping it secret for so long, it's grown bloated and heavy in your head. And when you let it out -- though it's still pretty great and cool and exciting -- it tends to sink to the ground a lot quicker than you'd hoped or wished for...and then there are no secrets anymore. Now there's just lots and lots of work. Fun work, certainly, but some of the air's gone out of the balloon.

Ah, but see? I got you fooled, now. Because being able to reveal Midgard to the world at large...it's inflated my proverbial balloon -- let's call it a dirigible; that word's not being used nearly enough, and I kinda feel sorry for it -- and I'm just elated to see all the positive attention the game is getting, even this early in the, uh, game. It's actually frustrating to work in the blind, and this past week I've been more inspired than I have been in a very, very long time.

Which is a good thing. A Very Good Thing, actually.

So this is me in a good mood...tired, but happy. Very tired, to be honest. I really have to try to go to sleep. Now.  ¶ 01:55