It's been far too long since I produced works of fiction, or gaming materials, for public consumption. I confess that I have been my own worst critic - defeating myself before I've even begun in most cases. I have been tending to the care and feeding of my Day Job for many years. I've been in a constant struggle with the aftermath of a relationship that nearly killed me. It has been a long, arduous struggle out here in the depths of space. This old atomic-powered rocket that I boarded so long ago has seen better days, but it's still here. And I'm still piloting it.
So, if you'll let me, my old (and new!) friends, I will sit here at this battered communications station and send you information and updates and details on the worlds that I've built in my head. I won't call this a triumphant return to glory. But I will call it a fresh beginning, and a new start. I'll speak to you, out here in the depths of space, and my words will travel the time and distance it takes to reach you, and together, we'll see what's out there.
There's no possible way to read this and not make a "Ground Control to Major Tom" joke. Try it at home!
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