An Infringement on Time

Being that I am now managed under a new schedule, this blog is bound to suffer.  But not to worry, yes?  Surely by now, the gentle reader knows everything there is for me to prattle about how to dungeon master or make a world.  I can't imagine that there's anything left for me to say, any insights left for me to give, any new ideas to promote or old battles worthy of further campaigning.  After all this time, I must be done, no?  I must be dried out, due for pasture, empty of fruitful essence.

How could it be true that, after all this time, I still had things left to dig apart and spread out?  Without a doubt I am at least right in this: the reader is ready to move on.  The reader must be anxious to admit that old Alexis, that tired old bugger, has served his purpose.  The reader must be already making his or her own world, scribing out the maps, filling those hexes - or squares, if so desired - and sketching all the entities and relationships that go towards making a vibrant, sustained world full of shock and awe.  How . . . truly, how . . . could I further contribute to that?

Oh well.  I suppose I can sneak a moment or two to talk about something.  Nothing important.  Nothing far reaching.  Nothing that could conceivably redirect anyone's thinking on role-playing or D&D.  Ah, those halcyon days are past.  I'm a working soul now, caught in the grind, vested in the necessity of coin collection.  Anything I could hope to contribute now would be a vagary, a slip of sport, a tangential bit of tomfoolery, easily ignored and overlooked.

No, no, it's all right.  I'm fine.  I'm better than fine, I'm busy.  Oh, sure, there's a bit of melancholy - but that's just a snag, just a stumbling block, nothing to bother about.  Nothing to speak of.  I'll still be around, furtively scratching out a line or two and calling it Burgenland or the Dneiper Bank.  Adding a number here and there and calling it trade.  Kind of sad and wretched, really.  Kind of tragic.  Dramatic pathos at best.  Nothing the reader should notice.

Please, feel free to move along.  Nothing to see here.  No worldbuilding.  I'll be working . . . except when, in the evenings, I'll have a moment or two to hinge words together.  Trust me - it's not something you should feel is worth stopping by to see.