My friends keep me sane. Left on my own for any length of time, my mind untethers from reality. While this can lead to some excellent creative moments, it's a known precipice for me. Just another gentle reminder that I actually do need things. This is not a bad thing.

I actually had a ball clanning over the weekend. The credit goes mostly to my gentle muse, who involved me in one of her delightfully clever stories. I'm grateful she trusts me to perform to her standards, though I suppose perhaps it's not really trust, but voyeurism on her part, since she watches over my shoulder the whole time. Not that I mind that at all. We had a lot of fun, and I think a bunch of other people did too. We had a heated discussion afterwards, in spite of the late hour, about role playing, secrecy and communication. On one hand, I love being involved in her stories, on the other hand, I hate not being able to talk about them openly. I also think she keeps the cards too close to her chest, which impedes the involvement of others.

The problem is, I do agree with her point that you really cannot do good story work with a completely open book. Some of the stage craft is lost when the magician explains the tricks afterwards. And from that premise, it's then a matter of where do you draw the line? She starts at one extreme of zero disclosure (and has softened somewhat) and I start at the other extreme of full disclosure (and I've softened, somewhat, though perhaps coerced would be a better word.) I guess I should be encouraged at the progression.

Now I only hope she doesn't beat me senseless for writing this.
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