Sometimes, you just have to wonder what exactly life wants from you, or the plans it has in store for you.

I got myself into working with a group of people that want to create video games. I won't lie to you. That's exactly what I've wanted to do ever since I developed a rational mind. I always thought I'd be designing characters, crating worlds and programming stuff, though. My aptitude, however, fell on craft of the pen (keyboard, actually).

So this team pulled me in, telling me they needed a writer. "I'm your man," I said. The people that know me know I'm a hard working guy. Not only that, they know I have skills, and common sense, and adaptability. Some people with which I've worked don't ever notice it. These guys did, and it brought me hell.

I'm doing research. I'm not writing, which was what I was supposed to do. I'm doing research. I complain little, since I'm good at it, but it's not what I'd like to be doing, honestly.

Basically, I'm here to light the way in darkness. I'm here to point out a target, and have everyone aim and shoot at it. I think it's great. I'm the guy they'll all be thanking when this think kicks off.

I'll also be the guy they'll all be blaming if things don't go well.

I just wanted to write. Still, I actually want to do this right. I want to nail this and push this project forward to success.