I have embraced the grave.
Last night, I finished up the building of my first Troupe: Nicodem's boys.
How'd it go?
Well, keep in mind that I'm returning to miniatures after a 20 some year absence. Sure, I loved them, painted them, and used them when I was a kid, but I avoided 'em for a very long time...time, that was the key. Money...that was a key too.
So much time, paint, gluing...work. I want to play!
Anyway, I've been pulling 60-70 hours a week since Oct. 6 months of it so far and I'm booked until June. When phase 2 hits, I'll be on the same damn grind until Aug. or Sept.
Aside from the interesting and disturbing realm of Malifaux being of interest, what pulled me back into a time sink when I don't have any time?
The chance to disconnect from my demands...from the health scare, from the work demands, from the hex of modern cubes.
For a moment, I can clip, glue and eventually paint. I can uncork in a zen state.
I won't be able to do it much, but it's really the equivalent of tying fishing flies. I need something like this. Honestly, we all do. Is that a waste of cash? A waste of time to a girlfriend/boyfriend/or wife? It can seem that way, but it's what will allow me to be human, to be me, to re-balance and maintain sanity.
What sprung a need for this? A co-worker reached a breaking point. He went in to see a mindbender. They said you need a hobby...not necessarily a game, not necessarily a sport, but something you do to disconnect. Something that isn't work and you can't let it become that.
So, at first, he tried wood working.
bought the rigs, the tools, sawed wood down to hell. Imagine if Pinocchio's pop didn't give a damn about the end puppet and was just buzz-sawing wood to cut it, see the wood dust rise, and pile up...that's about how far he went with wood work and it did help...then they said you really need something you enjoy.
Out of the blue, he took up ping-pong...god bless him.
Me?
I've always had games and good groups...but my work has been seriously hampering that. I needed something at home I could just zen out too....an activity to distract the mind, calm the being, and open the spirit.
I decided it would be minis. I always liked them as a kid and wanted to build the scenes, paint them up, put some terrain together...build the wooden castles. A real hobby you know?
Like the guys rebuilding the world in scale around little electric tracks; imagining the vistas sprawl out before them as they watch it roll by in their mind's eye with a gentle chugging rocking motion fading under little puffs of dream steam.
So, how'd the first go at my new hobby go?
It went a bit rough at first as some of the contact points of the miniatures I had were a bit...small. The glue would not hold. The bits fell apart.
My stress rose. I didn't remember that being such a bitch when I was young. It wasn't.
So, based on the advice of some good friends and long time mini-players, I picked up 50 bucks of glue, accelerate, etc.
Went much damn quicker last night.
Went well.
The squad is built and ready to roll into the fray tonight. The dark Wiz fits me I'm told. Cool.
Let's learn how he rolls. Then we'll look into the rest of the death eaters and branch out.
It's going to be fun. I should get destroyed tonight, but one thing you should know: I'm paying attention, I always learn.
From painting to tactics, I'm coming.
A slow, shambling zombie pace perhaps, but I'll get there. And, I'll eventually bite you in the ass.
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All the best you goons, Have a great night, take care, and have a damn good time!
--Jason Henke