Being three days from another holiday, I have the sense that I am on the cusp of something… but I can’t put my finger on it. There’s an inkling that niggles my mind but cannot quite be pinned down.

Most holidays start out with high ideals and grand plans but devolve into too many hours bumbling around the house and too few hours doing anything constructive. But then holidays present a tension between the need to rest versus the desire to enjoy some hobby.

This time around I have an active campaign in Fellmyr to prep for and develop, plus the sketch of a new modern day “monster hunter” game with the school club lot to bring to life. I also have the various strands of solo play that have all been dropped lately.

There’s the sense of arrival and readiness in relation to the GURPS system and my growing confidence in using it. But there’s also a wispiness to what that might practically mean, like I can make out the outline in the mental fog.

The more I try and pin down my hobby and give it solid form, the more it seems to slip through my fingers and becomes insubstantial. I have never quite figured out how to make real the ideas that overflow from my mind.

Am I alone in this? I suspect not. But I thought I’d share the sensation with you.

Game on!