We're starting to feel settled. A few Fairbanks game nights under my belt. Dana's been to several knit nights. Dana has a job, and we're starting to develop friendships, know the shopping options, and finish putting the house together.
Plus: return to writing projects.
I posted on the sister blog about place-based writing. But I started this blog space to discuss games and the 30 Days of Games project. I've been reading a lot--again, still--and just returned to the games essays about ten days ago. I realized-- But let me start again.
I had hoped that I could take the daily posts about games and combine them into a dozen or so essays. A little first person narrative, a little research, a bit of a struggle for insight, and we're done. And I wrote a few of those essays. After a review of that work, though, I've come to realize that I don't have a dozen or so essays. I have about three dozen essays.
I've been working on the "family and gaming" question. That topic breaks up into about three essays (Dana's family history, my family history, our history together). Each of those issues explores how and why humans play games, and what's at stake in the play. The placement of the issue within the family group distinguishes it from broader issues of how and why non-related humans might play games with each other. You think you pick a nice, compact topic...
Does this sound like I'm grousing about this project? Ha! I'm delighted to find that I'm in a strong river. One that runs deep and has myriad tributaries offering intriguing exploration off the main current. Or, I'm delighted that I'm opening a box with a large board, lots of interesting pieces, good rules, and many useful strategies.