So I am sitting here, in my office/war room, and I am trying to think of something to write about. And the thing of it is, I had already thought of something similar to this already, I just lost it over the intervening months since I wrote it. And the concept is actually kind of lame. It’s a “look at me” thing to be talking about and I don’t really care for those most of the time. But then I look around the room and I think, this has been a long time coming.
I’m talking about the room itself.
See, for a long time I had a room upstairs in our home that I had claimed as my office space. We put in a desk that really ate up the floor space of a 10 x 12 room. I felt like a sausage stuffed into too small a skin most of the time in that room. But what can you do when you are waiting for the kids to move out so you can lay claim to various spots in your home.
Yeah, when my youngest daughter moved out a little while back it took a bit before I was able to usurp the room in the basement from her. She was bound and determined to keep a home in two separate places. In the end I managed to convince her that she wasn’t going to be coming back here.
Part of the move had been to set up the gaming table in the room as well as my office space. Both areas take up a good portion of the room. At times it can seem a little claustrophobic, but really in the end the space is filled comfortably. I mean, I could use a beer fridge or someplace to keep drinks cool. But that might be pushing the limits.
What I have is a space where I have a comfy reading and video game chair. And a space for doing writing work as well as painting miniatures (started doing that again after roughly 25 years away from such shenanigans. I blame Gaslands and my desire to make cool terrain for the game.) And I have the gaming table set up for the monthly gathering of geeks I bring into my home for board and war games.
Where was I?
War room… that’s the one. Essentially, what I am talking about here is something I have wanted to have for quite some time. This is a place away from the rest of the world where I don’t have to be connected to the outside world at all if I don’t want to.
And that’s it, isn’t it? We all want just a little bit of space to call our own. A place where we can do our own thing and no one is bothering us. That’s what I have here.
The crazy thing right now, I feel like I am still transitioning. It took a bit for me to get the shelves up and I still have one more to go. I also need more storage space in here. The Shadows of Brimstone game boxes don’t have a home yet. They are spending their time on the game table as I work through the miniatures that are in the painting process (I don’t think I am even halfway done with those yet). It will be more crowded as I dig into some more of the expansions for the game. I want to have more options of exploration into the worlds they have created, but that is another story.
So yeah, this is where I spend more creative time. And I have a door to shut when I need to keep the world at bay. Funny thing is, most people would think of it as a play room. But that’s where creativity lies. Our worlds we play in spark adventures that we might not have found otherwise. At least that’s how things go for me.
Where do your adventures start?
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