“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve”
Furthermore many of you don’t know me very well at all. Don’t worry…we’ll fix that soon enough, but even those who do know me will have missed the awful funk I was in just before convention time this year…you’ll have missed it because for the most part, save a few people who are too close to me to be shielded, I kept it under wraps. Now I know it’s hard to fool you all…but if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s how to be happy on the outside, but none of that is what this is about…quite the opposite actually.
THIS is about the turn around. I’ve heard that sometimes in life all it takes is one good event one good change of the lighting to get things back on track. In my experience…sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t ( just about the same 50:50 ratio you get prayin to Joe Pesci) and sometimes when it works…it doesn’t last long (also like Joe Pesci)…but enough of the time it works and I think Genghis Con may have been it.
Bare with me here, I’m not saying Genghis Con changed my life (sorry Leif…not quite THAT good) but it was a step in the right direction…for me, and just a little bit of what I needed.
This convention brought with it something new to me. A chance to see people who’d had six months to miss me. Six months to mull over conversations…not that I think I was in the forefront of any ones thoughts for all that time that would be ridiculous… but still…I was there. Six months to get a better idea of what they thought of me based purely on one weekend, while I had six months to do the same.
Turns out…people like me even when I’m not around. Years ago someone told me that he would bet that I could walk into a room full of strangers and within 20 minutes know something about everyone, and before I left the room be friends with most of them…I think anyone who has seen me in public would almost have to agree…and anyone who didn’t agree should ask how many friends I ended up with who I didn’t even game with.
This had a point…I swear this was going somewhere…OH, right! I remember now. Genghis Con managed to open a slew of doors for me…it was a chance to look those people in the eye again and say “hey, remember me? Yes…I’m really as awesome as you recall. A hug?…You just want an excuse to press yourself against my boobs don’t you? Well…go ahead then. Very good.”
One of those people, who was less keen on pressing himself against my boobs, actually offered to pay me to promote something that I fell in love with at Tacticon. Tonight I set my mind to doing it, took it with me to work and got all excited about it again because this is something that has so much awesome in it that it makes me happy just to have it in my hands, and now that I’ve got it there…I have too many ideas of what I want to do with it. “What is it?” you ask. “it’s it” I reply…then present my copy of Steampunk Crescendo by Dave M. and this here is why I’m stuck. How the hell do you promote something that you love that isn’t yours? First thought…get to know it, inside and out, but how…how…
Make a group of all of your most active gaming friends and run it (or find a willing sap who will run it for you), and hope that the game sticks…so I think, what I really need now…to spread my love of this to the world…is someone to help me write, and run a game.
So, as life goes we get our ups we get our downs and every once in awhile something comes along that takes you somewhere new, somewhere fascinating, somewhere scary.
When these have become the concerns in my life…I’ve gotta say it’s time to
Forget about your sin – give the audience a grin
Enjoy it – it’s your last chance anyhow.
*walks off humming Always Look on the Bright Side of Life*