Two months of stress, bookending an already high-pressure year, have reduced me to a worn-out nub. Too anxious to rest, my sleeps has been fitful and short. My immune system is burned out and I have caught yet another cold. I am all aches, pains, blotchy skin and bloodshot eyes.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a December crash quite so complete.
I’m also grieving. I’m grieving what was. I’m grieving what could have been. There is a deep sadness in my heart that will take a long time to pass.
2026 will not be the year I was imagining it would be. Regardless of what happens in court next week I will have to improvise in the months to come. The unknown is scary.
All I can do now is rest, hope, and fight like hell.
Yesterday I took my all-Spiderfang Gloomspite Gitz list down to Leith for my first ever non-Spearhead Age of Sigmar tournament, a one-dayer called Capital Punishment 2. Here’s how it went.
August. Perfidious August. In August, Edinburgh goes mad. I go mad with it, and either go along with it or try to escape from it. This year I attempted a half-hearted escape, attending very few Fringe shows but not leaving the city entirely. I could have spent a lot more time hobbying, but instead I spent most of two whole weekends working on Magewinds. I’ll talk about that after talking about what I managed to get done hobby-wise.
An Executioner test model. In the background: Rogue Element Gaming, the best battle report channel on YouTube!