Thank You

A moment first to thank those who edited their pledges to my Patreon.  Thank you Matthew.  Thank you Jon.  Thank you Recueillir.  Those changes really matter to me and I thank you for stretching yourselves.

I guess there is an argument to be made that if a patron of mine wants to be called out, I should be willing.  So after a month's thought, let me know.  If it would please you to have your name in a list on this blog, I'll make it happen.  I don't know how, but I'll make it happen.

Our plan for the moment is to move on Friday; and after that move, the blog will go dark.  I won't have internet until it is installed Monday, so that's three days without.  I'm going to find that hard.  I use the internet as my thesaurus, I am constantly researching and reading on the particulars of anything that I'm doing; and not to have the internet right there is going to hurt.  I wonder how many times I'll open google without realizing it isn't there.

I'm glad to learn the 5e posts are enjoyed.  I have contemplated my strategy with the posts I've written.  I read the introduction to character making, which comes next in my deconstruction.  I think it might be less target shooting and more deep-think to pull it apart, since the content becomes mechanical in nature.  I'm not sure how I'll take it on when I start.

Thank you Stealth for what you said about it being perfectly reasonable to ask my readers for support. You know, it is the hardest part of Patreon; it has to be done and I must admit I find it difficult.  People don't give if they're not asked and I suppose that it fair; it is only that I despise that particular sort of creator who uses every blog post, every comment and every moment on the internet to sell something they've created.

I don't know about being the "gold standard."  Perhaps for a particular kind of role-player whose ideas coincide with mine.  But obviously most of the internet is pleased to pass me by.  They prefer the insidious poison of Mearls, Colville & Mercer.

No one needs to worry that I'll stop writing.

Except for the moment.  Moving, running around, getting things together.  I'm beat.