Too many ideas.
Not enough time.

I'm a dad from Sweden making games in the evenings, after the kids have gone to bed and the house is finally quiet.

When I say “studio,” I mean a desk in the corner of our storage room. It’s not glamorous, but it has a computer, a door I can close, and just enough space to turn bad ideas into slightly better ones. All the while, my corgi keeps me company by staring at me until I remember that making games is not a valid excuse to postpone her evening walk.

I make the kind of games I want to play myself.