I feel at once more immersed in reality, and suffused with fantasy than I ever have in my life. I’ve been reading an awful lof of warhammer novels, but I’ve also been spending loads of very present time with Roby. Little else is more in-your-skin making than hanging out with your child. At least if you’re doing it right. 

There’s a new text based RPG coming out tomorrow. It’s called Song of Avaria. I’ve been keeping track of it for a few months and I’m very excited about it. The last one I played, which I played for years, left a bitter taste in my mouth. More than games, these places are communities. More than other players, these strange people who enjoy these things can become friends.

It’s a strange and uncomfortable sort of balance I have to strike here in this new phase. On the one hand, being present and in reality has never been more important than it is right now, today, these days, tomorrow and the day after. Now that Roby’s around it’s real important to be with her, to really be with her. 

But at the same time, it’s exhausting. Abby’s far more present and under pressure to be there than I am. I at least have work to demand my attention towards something slightly diversionary. But even still, it’s important to find time to get your head out of the game, even if it’s into some sort of other game. 

Song of Avaria will likely be it for me, that and warhammer 40k novels. What will it be for Abby? I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’ll be a little easier in summer. I wish it wasn’t January.