Having One Of Those Dry Spells...

 I've been looking around the games room in the last week or so, and wondering if I could make more use of 280 square feet of usable floor space.

I'm starting to tire of where the hobby is going now. All of this 'we have to like everyone (no you don't, you're human), 3D printed stuff that is often brittle and soulless and the dominance of what was a cottage industry with real passion by companies with an eye on income over product quality or longevity.

So, with my painter paid for painting almost 4000 figures, I've called a halt to work because I'm really not feeling a love for my lifelong hobby at present.

My friend had suggested we fight every battle of the ECW, but after I invested heavily (I never go into something half-heartedly) I realised that for all our overtures, we haven't played a game in 3 years now, and in all reality, probably never will because, well, I don't really now, but we won't. This saddens me to a degree I can't articulate without sounding a bit lame.

I am not into the club scene anymore as you know, so when I look at my probable life expectancy, it has me wondering if I could not get more bang for my buck by ding something else.

Of course there will be a few people who know me through the internet rather than personally (apart from one - how do I put this tactfully, ah yes, twat, who insists he met me a couple of years ago at a show I have never been or wanted to go to).

I'm an all-in kind of person, so if I can't give something my all, I'm unlikely to bother with it.

2025 has been a rollercoaster with my wife's heart issues and my own intolerance for asininity playing their part in my being totally exhausted, not having had a break for 12 months straight.

I should be wrapping up at work by the 7th, so I am hoping that a month with my feet up, or visiting a few stately homes and museums will inspire me. 

If/when I do get my gaming mojo back, then one thing is certain, I will be doing things for me, and me only. It may be that I am just tired... A couple of 16 hour working days, a bout of insomnia and that sense of another year passing by at speed my just have taken the toll.

I could wake up tomorrow and find my muse has been under the bed all along.

Perhaps I will buy a few 70s and 80s magazines and see if they instill any inspiration in me. One friend has been enthusing about their AWI exploits and that, at one time, would have inspired me, but I can't be remotely tempted. This is not normal.

 Anyway, that's where I am and why I've not blogged as much of late.

Perhaps a few more trips down memory lane may help me...

 But, for now,

 

TTFN