The tl;dr—I’m on the mend, but miserable and exhausted. I lost about five days during which I bathed zero times, sweat all the way through my clothing four times, and didn’t draw any comics.
Today I DID draw some comics, and I successfully bathed!
Anyway, there’s my excuse for the dearth of updates. I’ve been busy working extra hard to not die, because it feels like the extra effort might provide a useful buffer.
It’s Typecast RPG Night¹.
Last week we discovered that Vaeron’s cloudscape civilization—massive flying cities kept aloft on the backs of dreaming gods—is kept intact at a price: human sacrifice is what keeps the dreamers asleep, and if they wake up, they’ll destroy the world².
At least, that’s what we’ve been told…
I don’t know how tonight’s session will go, but I think one of our activities will be deciding whether or not to burn it all down.
The show starts at 9pm Eastern, and in addition to all the fun role-playing from Dan, Brian, Mari, and me, there’s an art-cam! And I now have some markers that do GLITTER.
Join us!³ Follow and subscribe at twitch.tv/typecastrpg!
¹ Assuming “Tonight” is Tuesday night, January 21st.
² Yes, we’ve all read and been influenced by “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas,” by Ursula K. LeGuin.
³ If you watch the live show, you can participate in chat and suggest things for me to illustrate.
The wedding was beautiful. The reception was lovely. The day was exhausting, but only because it’s hard work packing that much joy, delight, and awesome into one contiguous sequence of waking hours.
There’s a thread of photos on my Twitter feed, and if you follow Sandra_Tayler on Instagram there are plenty more.
Thank you, everyone, for the congratulatory wishes, and support, and for your patience with us as we rescheduled all our business deliverables in order to have some make-the-family-bigger¹ family time.
¹ That may have sounded a little lewd, but I footnoted it, so it’s totally okay.
Our oldest daughter, Keliana, is getting married on Wednesday. This has been playing merry Hell with my schedule, but it’s the very epitome of “merry Hell,” because we’re all quite happy.
Tyler and Keliana are very good for each other, and to each other, and the old saw about not losing a daughter but gaining a son seems to apply pretty well here. I mean, except for the part where they’re not living with us because they’re off to have their own adventures.
(If it’s not obvious, the illustrations in this post are Keliana’s work.)