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We're well into the third week of NaPoeWriMo, hurrah! The field of people posting regularly have wittled down slowly but surely, though I hope a few people are just, you know, resting until they post all of their work in one giant marathon or something.
Got burned out on my Tuesday night D+D game and quickly came 'round to liking it once again. I think I just need to be slightly more reasonable in my expectations of myself and my players. When you get right down to it, any world you create is a lot more fluid than you think and is capable of surviving all kinds of player-based interruptions and upheavals. I'm really trying to relax on a lot of things, and I'm getting rather good at letting some things fly by the seat of my pants. Odis is especially dogged about trying to figure out the 'big mystery'; of all my players he's the one who's gone out to search for gaps in the puzzle most often. To be fair to everyone else, though, he's also the only person who can conceivably spend significant chunks of his day thinking about it.
Unfortunately I'm losing Cy as a player because of his changed work schedule. I was going to work a story in where he contracts a cursed ring that sends him to another plane at random intervals (though it's really always 10:30 in game time) but he opted out because he'd miss half the game every week, pretty much. It's very sad to see his character, Mifur, go just as he was starting to get very interesting (last week, he set a main antagonist on fire to cause him pain and the party noted the decidedly evil act; on the other hand, he was finally starting to warm up to Odis' elven mage), but I finally get to spaz to someone about what's *really* going on...which may or may not be a good thing. :)
I've been down with a cold all weekend. Yesterday, my throat was so raw and gone from coughing and (I think) swelling that I lost my voice. I've been testing it today and it feels better (I can croak out a Dave Matthews song as long as he doesn't go too high) but I still feel insanely hoarse. I'm debating on whether or not I should run the game tonight; I can't really talk the way I want to and if I try to shout I'm just going to lose my voice again.
Oh, and I wish I had a watch as cool as Duncan's.
Been writing a short story! It's not GWO, but I thought I would write to get back in the habit of it; I haven't really written prose of any sort all of last year so I figured I'd be rusty. What's odd is that starting and continuing this has been so much easier than ever before. Bless you, Anne Lamott! I can now write...a lot more fearlessly.
And the game is definitely cancelled.
Even though I'm sick and it hurts when I swallow, I feel just fine. Now it's on to work.
Got burned out on my Tuesday night D+D game and quickly came 'round to liking it once again. I think I just need to be slightly more reasonable in my expectations of myself and my players. When you get right down to it, any world you create is a lot more fluid than you think and is capable of surviving all kinds of player-based interruptions and upheavals. I'm really trying to relax on a lot of things, and I'm getting rather good at letting some things fly by the seat of my pants. Odis is especially dogged about trying to figure out the 'big mystery'; of all my players he's the one who's gone out to search for gaps in the puzzle most often. To be fair to everyone else, though, he's also the only person who can conceivably spend significant chunks of his day thinking about it.
Unfortunately I'm losing Cy as a player because of his changed work schedule. I was going to work a story in where he contracts a cursed ring that sends him to another plane at random intervals (though it's really always 10:30 in game time) but he opted out because he'd miss half the game every week, pretty much. It's very sad to see his character, Mifur, go just as he was starting to get very interesting (last week, he set a main antagonist on fire to cause him pain and the party noted the decidedly evil act; on the other hand, he was finally starting to warm up to Odis' elven mage), but I finally get to spaz to someone about what's *really* going on...which may or may not be a good thing. :)
I've been down with a cold all weekend. Yesterday, my throat was so raw and gone from coughing and (I think) swelling that I lost my voice. I've been testing it today and it feels better (I can croak out a Dave Matthews song as long as he doesn't go too high) but I still feel insanely hoarse. I'm debating on whether or not I should run the game tonight; I can't really talk the way I want to and if I try to shout I'm just going to lose my voice again.
Oh, and I wish I had a watch as cool as Duncan's.
Been writing a short story! It's not GWO, but I thought I would write to get back in the habit of it; I haven't really written prose of any sort all of last year so I figured I'd be rusty. What's odd is that starting and continuing this has been so much easier than ever before. Bless you, Anne Lamott! I can now write...a lot more fearlessly.
And the game is definitely cancelled.
Even though I'm sick and it hurts when I swallow, I feel just fine. Now it's on to work.