Beneath a Lonely Desert Sun
The next episode in Escapee, episode 40, is up now. Finally. You should check out the latest look of Josh's Sidedown anyway, and some of the accolades he's getting at other sites. Go look. Now.
We're—Marisa and myself—mostly set now for GenCon this year. The big Goodman Games tournament I contributed one room to, so I'm hoping to stop in and see what that all looks like. Harley is running a module, but the registration was full within 10 minutes of it becoming available. Regardless, I hope to stop in and see the most energetic geekmaster in Indiana that day do his thing. Turns out one of the modules I wrote is also going to be run by some GM (game master) who Goodman appointed—I can't truly convey how weird that is to me. And that single session, too, has a full registration. Of course, that's a testament to the popularity of Goodman's Dungeon Crawl Classic series, but it's cool to be a part of it.
I'm still holding my breath on something else, so that's all for now for me.
One more thing I want to say. My wife is amazing. While I'm juggling the franticness (I think 'franticity' should be a word) of my dayjob and an attempted writing career, she's fighting half the world and challenging the entire Medicare/Medicaid system just so her parents can stay alive. Her father lives on an oxygen machine and her mom needs total knee replacement surgery imminently and they have but a trickle of an income. Securing medical coverage is a feat in itself. I swear, if Marisa wasn't draining herself dry fighting for the things she does, everyone around her would be a pale shadow of themselves. Myself included.
Some days are stressful beyond expression, but I always feel I was both fortunate and wise in marrying her. I keep at my desk a picture of her but also a plant she once gave me. The plant's name is Marisa II.
We're—Marisa and myself—mostly set now for GenCon this year. The big Goodman Games tournament I contributed one room to, so I'm hoping to stop in and see what that all looks like. Harley is running a module, but the registration was full within 10 minutes of it becoming available. Regardless, I hope to stop in and see the most energetic geekmaster in Indiana that day do his thing. Turns out one of the modules I wrote is also going to be run by some GM (game master) who Goodman appointed—I can't truly convey how weird that is to me. And that single session, too, has a full registration. Of course, that's a testament to the popularity of Goodman's Dungeon Crawl Classic series, but it's cool to be a part of it.
I'm still holding my breath on something else, so that's all for now for me.
One more thing I want to say. My wife is amazing. While I'm juggling the franticness (I think 'franticity' should be a word) of my dayjob and an attempted writing career, she's fighting half the world and challenging the entire Medicare/Medicaid system just so her parents can stay alive. Her father lives on an oxygen machine and her mom needs total knee replacement surgery imminently and they have but a trickle of an income. Securing medical coverage is a feat in itself. I swear, if Marisa wasn't draining herself dry fighting for the things she does, everyone around her would be a pale shadow of themselves. Myself included.
Some days are stressful beyond expression, but I always feel I was both fortunate and wise in marrying her. I keep at my desk a picture of her but also a plant she once gave me. The plant's name is Marisa II.
posted by Jeff LaSala at 9:33 AM
1 Comments:
Please allow me to add to the accolades for Marisa. I count it a privilege to have met such a bright, wonderful woman.
She is one of my favorite people. I can't tell you how much I wish that we were geographically situated so that getting to know each other better was an easier thing to do.
*hugs* to you both
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