Devlog No. 0

Hey guys, welcome to my devlog series. Today I will be introducing you to this series, telling you what it's about and explaining my motivation for starting it.

This devlog series is about game development. I have been working on a game as part of some game development courses I took at university and will be continuing it in my bachelor project. Making games is what originally got me interested in computer sciences and it's the reason I am studying it. I hadn't worked on any games for almost five years when I finally took my first game development course. Getting to make a game again made my heart beat faster. It reminded my of why I want to be a good computer scientist, of why I am so passionate about interactive design and finally gave me an outlet for the creativity I had bottled up inside.

Now, one year later, I am coming up on my bachelor project, which will be a continuation of the game I started making in the first game development course I took. I am also starting to think about what happens when I am done with my studies. The more I think about it the clearer it's becoming to me that I really want to make games. I love the technical challenges they present and the creative expression they allow.

I am passionate about making games and this series is dedicated to that passion. Wether I end up making games for a living or not isn't really the point. I just don't want to look back and say I never tried. A devlog series is my way of stepping up and saying that I am trying. It's meant to motivate me to make progress in my games so that I have something to share. It's me standing up and saying: “Hey guys, my name is Isak and I make games.”

Not because I am doing it at a level that I think deserves praise but because I will not hide my passion for fear of what others might think or say. I will leave you with a quote from Theodore Roosevelt that came to my mind as I was writing this introduction to my devlog series.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.