I have been told by quite a number of people that I have a certain emotional resilience and a tenacity for working at a problem. I sometimes say that I attribute the development of that particular part of me to years of play tabletop roleplaying games, video games, board games, …
I’m sitting here, in this Covid world, experiencing its emotional ups and downs while I watch all the things that are shaken loose as the slowing down caused by the pandemic, beats the bushes. My mind wanders to my own design process and the things I think are important. The …
Hi all! I’m very long overdue for an update about my goings on and doings. Last year was something of a whirlwind of stuff. And this year has been an even greater swirl of social change, upheaval, sickness and awakenings. As I’ve been watching the ongoing reports of covid in …
Time for a ramble. My rambling brain is rambling non-stop. It’s my observation that humans have such a wide range of biodiversity and neurodiversity and much of it is oppressed and pathologized by normative culture. Things like skin color, autism, intersex, sexuality, relationship patterns all fall within this. I think …
There are special breaths that come to us over the course of our lives. There is the “Breath of Arrival”. We come into this world from our mothers and are shocked into wakefulness. The sudden awareness of the world overwhelms us and fills our lungs with this great breath that …
Last time, I talked about this process that I call the “Winter Counts” which arose out of the character creation process found in Ehdrigohr: The role-playing game. I figured it was worth it to break down how this process actually works for me so that groups could try to do …
It’s been a while since I really checked in so I thought I’d give folks a look at what has been going on in the world of the Council Of Fools. Ehdrigohr First and foremost continues to be Ehdrigohr. I’m still writing it and developing it though I’ve hit many …
Screams and groans and shrieks seemed to be coming from everywhere. Sinnik’tok could feel a burning, turning, in his chest. His heart pounded in his ears and his breath had grown quicker and raspy, escaping from him in steamy plumes in the cold air. The cold north wind had picked …
