It has been an incredibly long time, hasn’t it? Things must have run away with me. It was all the fun. And the parties. Oh, those endless parties...they get so tiresome after a while, don’t they?
Thank goodness they’ve stopped. Well...you can still try and set one up but a party with 5 other people isn’t technically a party. Unless you’re playing D&D. It’s more of an awkward situation. A little gathering. Or both.
I guess you could do one of those virtual parties. You know the ones? The ones like the meetings that you have online at work. Only you eat biscuits and slosh wine and make hilarious gags about the state of the government. I tell you what, one day this government is going to brought to its knees by hilarious gags. Toppled, destroyed...kaput. We just need to ramp up the archness, the relevance...and add a knowing wink. They’ll crumble like butterflies on a Bunsen burner.
Anyway...going back to D&D where you can have a party (albeit of wizards and barbarians without any access to fine dips)! So, I have to confess that I’ve fallen into this big time and I now wear a kind of semi-glazed Tom Hanks expression as I enthuse about it. My son got me back into it by digging out my old 3rd edition box and after spending forever learning rules and finding other people to play with I now am involved in two sessions a week of pure escapist fantasy.
It’s incredibly banal sometimes. Only last week we spent an hour interviewing fictitious bar staff for a place at our newly renovated tavern. Not a dragon or dungeon in sight. But what it grants me is that pure escapism that everyone craves at this horrible moment in time. It gives people a sense of control and a chance to fight gelatinous cubes. I’d highly recommend you get involved and forget about all this tiresome virus lockdown stuff.
But sadly, we do remain teetering on the brink of another lockdown as our pathetic parliamentarians dither over what’s best to do in a pandemic...save lives or launch a restaurant voucher scheme...decisions, decisions. And some people are having a real shocker of a time just trying to ride it. Hoping against hope that there is a better tomorrow and not even more crap just sitting in a bucket above the open doorway to 2021.
My other thoughts are focusing as best they can on the third Limbus book - The Dagger that Devours. I have less than three weeks to go before I go proper dark for NaNoWriMo once again. My outline of the story is light and I hope to get some cracking ideas to plump it up in the next fortnight. I’ve been pestering my son for some, and in fairness he has come up with a couple of belters already.
I have no news on the publishing of the first two books. Agents have politely ignored me. It’s fair enough. I’ll give it another round of flogging before Xmas and see how it goes. My main aim is to finish the five books before I hit fifty. If they’re good, it’s a bonus.
In the meantime...back to Faerun where I’ve been meaning to have a word with the brewery about their recent ale delivery...
TTFN