That game I've spent the last six or so months on is out. It's also free, so I'm not here to sell you on it. 

I feel incredibly weird. When I released Rodeo Clown I was overjoyed. Right now I'm feeling slightly anxious. I guess that's in keeping with the themes of the narrative. We love themes here. 

On a more positive note, and at the risk of sounding incredibly sappy, I'm genuinely proud of this game. I made it mostly for myself, and I'm glad I did. That's why I started writing stories in the first place. It keeps me alive and ticking. If I'm the only person who resonates with what I make, so be it. 

Is that selfish? All art is selfish to some degree. Onwards and upwards, fuckers.