Deciding to do big things is scary. It gives me a butterflies-feeling in my stomach. Decisions, though, are the hallmarks of adulthood. Once consequences for one’s actions become real considerations, those potential consequences invariably take on their own gravity.

With that in mind, I’ve tendered my resignation at White Wolf Publishing. It’s an amicable split. It’s a friendly parting of ways. I don’t want to make games anymore and White Wolf, obviously, does.

From my perspective, the time is right for me to shift gears. I’ve been doing this for 10 years. I don’t have a mortgage to pay. I own my car. I don’t have a wife or kids to support. If ever the time was right for me to strike off on my own and do my own thing, that time is now.

Okay, not now now, but very soon. I’m at White Wolf through the end of March and then I’m off to the wild nether realms of... the other stuff I want to do.

I’ll miss many of you, but you’re more than welcome to keep coming back here and finding out more of what I plan to do. If you’re breathing a sigh of relief at my resignation, that’s cool, too. Have fun with games, either way.

I’m sure we’ll make some official racket about this later. Right now, though, it’s at the forefront of my thoughts and I figured I should spend a few words on it here. Again, it’s a proposition that carries its own fears with it -- but those fears let me know that I’m making the right decision. If I had a sure thing in the bag, I don’t think it would mean as much to me.

And I’m cool with that.