I can’t believe I’m nine days in to my one post a day challenge and I’ve actually got a post a day so far! I’m one day shy of being a third of the way done and still feel pretty confident. Earlier on Twitter, I said this:
I then followed that up with a hint that I might post the first of these articles today, even though today is of course Tuesday. I hope no one was looking forward to that too awful much, because I’m actually not going to do that. I want to be able to devote some time to the first post in the series, and I’ve already spent a lot of time today writing stuff for a project that should be out later this summer, wherein a lot of authors (I’m pretty sure over 30) are writing things about their favorite games. There is also a sick toddler here who needs my attention more than a blog post, so I’m going to hold off on my Monstrous Ecology post for now.
Instead, I’m going to post an excerpt from the rough draft of my essay for the aforementioned project. I realize it’s just a paragraph without any context, but hopefully it’s interesting enough that you’ll want to read what comes before and after it sometime in the near future. Here it is:
I had discovered by accident that a nearby sports card and comic book shop also sold some roleplaying game merchandise, including Dragon Magazine and some books for Dungeons and Dragons. I just so happened to be in this shop late one afternoon, just before closing time, in order to purchase The Complete Psionics Handbook that I had seen advertised in the latest issue of Dragon. At the time, the idea of psionics in my D&D games fascinated me. I’ve since done a 180 on that, but that’s another topic for another time. Anyway, I showed up at the store just moments before closing time, and couldn’t help but notice several people with game books and backpacks milling around some tables that had been set up in the back of the store. They weren’t getting ready to play Dungeons and Dragons, but they were getting ready to play something. I was still in junior high school at this time, and all of these guys were older than me. As luck would have it though, my father worked with the father of one of the assembled gamers. Even though I was much younger than the other players this guy (his name was Richard) agreed to take me under his wing, even agreeing to give me a ride home after the game. I was excited beyond words. I was about to play a roleplaying game with real gamers! This wasn’t some group of amateurs that I had cajoled into rolling some dice during their lunch period, these were honest-to-God gamers.