Whistling in the Dark

In and around some general crappiness (including my CPAP mask being broken by the people I have come 'round to clean, which is a several hundred dollar hit), I have had some good writing karma.

I'm currently working for Decipher, who produces the current incarnation of the Star Trek Role Playing Game, among other things. This is a fine, fine geekily thing to do. I have also just accepted an offer to write for Hogshead Publishing, who produce Nobilis -- the most original and evocative role playing game of the last ten years, if not ever -- right after my Decipher assignment is finished. And last night I was sounded out by the folks at Citizen Games (makers of Sidewinder, now in print with my name on the cover, so I just know you've all run out to your friendly local gaming shop and demanded it, right?) about picking up some more work from them.

After literally years and years of sending things out, of making big plans, of thinking and pondering and working and chatting and networking and learning and failing and occasionally succeeding, I've made it. Oh, I'm not making much money, but at any given time, I'm either writing for pay or planning out my next paid project.

I'm a writer. I'm not a writer-wannabe. I'm not a hopeful. I'm not a poseur. I write for money.

That is so. Freaking. Cool.