If I had any sense, when Raven prepped her posts for our time I away I would have done the same because there was no way I could have prepared one for this morning feeling as I did when I woke.
I’ve had the most AMAZING weekend in months. I saw so much, said so much, felt so much, did so much…. This is my attempt to talk sensibly about what happened to me this weekend and how much fun it was.
If you don’t know by now, I’m a LARPer. This means running off into the woods at regular intervals to pretend to be someone else. Living that other person’s life, fighting their battles, feeling their pains, laughing at what tickles them. It is the ultimate escapist hobby with utterly trumps all the other RPG I do (though, of course, I love them in different ways).
My LARP is Herofest and this event, took place from Friday into Sunday. I took my old character Trya Fenwyn with me and returned to a land still reeling from events that took root when I was last there two years before.
Holy. Freakin’. Wow.
First, there have been changes. Lots of changes. Some of them good, some not so good, but none of them bad. There were new faces (players) and new characters (proper ones and NPCs). There were old characters returning from the dead or becoming inhabited by new powerful entities that retained their memories but remained different people.
There were demons. Rituals. Funeral pyres. Games. Foraging. Revenge. Laughter (rather maniacal laughter, at that). Death. Resurrection. History lessons. Dances. Gifts. Battles. Ribbons. Prizes. Letters.
I want to take you through the whole event step by step, as I have in the past, but I can’t right now. And by the time I’ve recovered enough, the moment will be gone.
Instead, let me talk to you about how it felt.
When Kylie and I arrived, I hoped out of the car (in just my socks) to open the gate. As I drop that monster of a gate on my bare toe, I hear laughter and gleeful voices from the van behind me in which Kev, John and Laura and smiling and waving. Not because of the comical situation with the gate and my foot, but because I’m there. Because they’re pleased to see me. Because they’re welcoming me home.
Driving along that horrible rutted road to the campsite was like stepping into one of my dreams. The smell of the ferns, the buzz of the insects and the soft squish of sand and pine needles beneath my boots as I leapt out of the car straight into a patch of nettles. My old camping spot beside a twisted up tree root that has tripped me up so many times in the past that I can almost remember the feel of every rough nodule and nub under my fingers. Those annoying birds (I still don’t know what they are) calling in a mix of hoarse shrieks and shrill trills. The giant moths. The feel of the rough tavern walls beneath my fingers. The cracked smoothness of the sinks in the ladies bathroom. The beauty of the site itself, with its old trees, crawling vines and sprawling brambles. Even the pellets of rabbit poo all over the place when moving out away from the camping areas. The grinding roar of three separate chainsaws hacking up firewood and the smell of pulverised wood that follows soon after. Sparks off the fire. Smoke in my hair and clothes. Horsefly bites. The itch of nettle stings. The dirt under my fingernails. The light weight of latex against my ear, held in place by spirit gum.
There’s so much of it but the moment I stepped from the car I knew the truth; I was home. I had returned to one of the few places in which I feel so safe in that I’ll happily get blind drunk to the point that someone else has to lead me back to my tent (not that I did this event). A place I’ve laughed so hard that I got cramps that lasted for hours. A place where someone could be running hard to bash me with a sword or hug me so hard my ribs ache. Or both!
I guess at this point, all I really want to say is thank you. Despite the fun I had at Empire in September, I know the truth now; Herofest is my LARP. The players are my LARP family and I don’t ever again want to leave for quite so long. I might be forced to, but I’ll always return. I know that now. Thank you guys. Thank you so, so much!
I got more done than I thought I would. Not everything, but enough that, actually, I should be patting myself on the back rather than fretting like I am currently. Oh well, it’s what I do.
Continue to write, on average, 2000 words per working day (this week that’s three days) on WTRE.
Eeeeeeyup. 7204 words in three days. Not miles over, but enough to keep my happy that I’m on track.
Properly outline the parallel timeline aspect of WTRE so it’s ready to write when the main storyline is done.
Yep. Done. In fact, the main storyline is complete, so I should just be working on Saar’s sequences now. And that is, in truth, what slowed me down the most. I probably could have written more (not that there’s anything wrong with what I have done!).
Update the WTRE page of this blog to better reflect its current state.
Heh, no. I threw this goal in as an aside; I didn’t really expect to get to it. And I didn’t. Going forward I’m going to leave out silly goals like that if I know there’s no way I’m going to manage.
Enjoy the hell out of my LARP! Squeeeeeeeeee!
Heh, yep. See above.
Now that all those things are done, I think I need to slow down a smidge and do the other work that I always forget about when I’m drafting. This is a slight change to my usual pattern of goals.
- Update the WTRE page of this blog to better reflect its current state.
- Continue to write, on average, 1000 words per working day (this week that’s five days) on WTRE.
- Put together the last sections of this month’s newsletter and issue it to subscribers.
- Get at least one of my solo website freebies complete.
Lots to be getting on with. Done, done and done again. I’ll catch you on Saturday. 🙂