(I found this under "drafts" from the beginning of the confinement. I decided to post it, despite being over a week late.) I'm trying to get rolling for production. The Confinement has me living in solitarty and getting judgemental a**ho**s judging my reaction to it. The Lockdown is not really any different to me. I have only left my house one time in the past month, for a doctor's appointment. I have a long list of people who say they are "going to," but don't. Going to visit. Going to help me with a problem at the house. And they stopped appearing long before the threat of plague was on the horizon. i have someone who bring by groceries, once a week, spends 10 minutes talking and is sometimes back for a quick visit. it doesn't equal the "hour in the yard" and interaction with food delivery to a cell in real prison solitary. A friend had two of his sons come over to spend the night, twice in two weeks. They help with chores aro
SSC 13 is done. I wanted to add more, but enough is enough. It will go out in the next day or so. I'm also putting some polish on ORFA , in a vertical, letter-sized edition, for Skyrealms of Jorune . I have some work yet to do for that world, but this marks the end of the Segment: Sho-Caudal project. Thirteen issues, about 300 pages. I had about twenty people around the world supporting me on this and I hope they feel I did right by them. I had hoped the book(s) would provide a stream of income through Amzon.com, but that is not happening. It may build for something good later, but for the moment I need to shift lanes. MDJS stands for More Damn Joe Stuff , was intended as a project to garner support from Patreon to accomplish specific projects. There are several tracks - 12-Step Recovery, Role Playing Games, Self Education, and some personal projects. The Patreon channel will show as MDJS, with tracks for: Role-Playing Games - Old-style tabletop, pencil-paper-&-d
Margaret Secara (Pierce) "Maggie" A friend died unexpectedly Friday night. She and I were chatting on facebook a couple of hours earlier (giggling over pictures from us with friends at a party in 1977 which she had uncovered) and a couple of hours later her husband heard a thud from the next room. He found her on the floor, CPR and 911. She was pronounced at 11P. A friend who was in the pictures notified me Saturday morning before it was announced on Maggie's webpage that afternoon – after her family had been notified across many time zones. Within the next few hours over 500 people responded. Grieving requires simple honestly. First about the shock, then about the loss, but for me, it has had to move into a celebration - say that name, tell the tales, keep them alive in memory, and introduce them to people who will never get to meet her. It keeps her alive for just a bit longer. And grief is best processed in the sharing with the other people who know that spec
Oh, yeah. Reality bit me last year. - J Fiala
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