First drafts of Birth of Empires is in the can.

Thirty thou, interrupted by journeys to Prague and down south for Christmas.

Red in Tooth and Claw is the next one. Twenty two thou, and hopefully I can punch through a big chunk of that.

In other news, I was a bit of a cock about Christmas. I had a bit of depression already, and going home made it worse. I'm recovering now. And fuck it, it's not all about gifts — giving or receiving. It's about seeing people and being seen and remaining a presence in the lives of my extended family. Sometimes I need a slap around the face to remind myself of that.