My impetuous enthusiasm for this roleplaying games hobby is both a blessing and a curse. More often that not, my impetuous “yes, let’s do that!” enthusiasm ends in disappointment when a game doesn’t get off the ground. But the hope sustains me too, the idea that maybe this game with this group, that’ll be the one that leads to great joy!

Today I received an email that injected me with hope. A person took the time to tell me their story of finding the roleplaying games hobby at least in part due to my efforts with Roleplay Rescue. This hope that they injected into me fuels the desire to keep pushing forward – to record another episode, to run another session, to give a little bit more.

In spite of disappointment, the hobby has never ceased to inspire and impassion me. Even when players bail, or the wheels fall off my prep, or when (to coin Wells’ phrase) the gulf between my aspirations and my powers is so glaringly huge… even then, I find joy and delight in the wonders of the imagination.

People are already talking of 2024 and what they might achieve in the grand New Year. For my part, despite many dreams and aspirations, I think I might simply be content to keep the wheels on Fellmyr and perhaps find space for an occasional face-to-face session with whomever is interested in sitting down.

While I might be tempted (like so many others) to rush off after shiny new games, brightly coloured settings, and the glitz of whatever is the current fad in the mainstream, the reality is that I have learned through experience that the greatest challenge (and glory) lies in simply turning up next session and playing.

Game on!