The tabletop games industry seems to be contracting again. The last couple weeks have seen more layoffs from Upper Deck, the closing of Tenacious Games, and the ending of games at Press Pass. This put a number of good, talented friends out of work, including Ed Bolme, Sean K. Reynolds, and Hyrum Savage. (If you can hire them, do.)

Traditionally, the tabletop industry does well when the economy starts to tank. Games make for good value for your entertainment dollar, since you can break them out and play them over and over again. Good games not only do not grow stale from repeated use (like, say, films, music, television, books, etc.), they actually get better.

These recent problems seem, then, to show that either the conventional wisdom (there’s a pun or two in there somewhere) is wrong or that (despite much evidence to the contrary) the economy is doing fine. Of course, neither of those things is true.

That old chestnut describes older games: board games, card games, even roleplaying games or miniatures games. The companies having trouble are engaged in the mass market and are selling collectible games, which don’t provide nearly the same bang for the buck and can cost collectors several times the price of a traditional game in the course of their playing cycle.

It’s times like these that make me happy to be a freelancer. It’s true I have to go out and find my own gigs—and then collect payment on them too—but I’m my own boss, and chances that I will fire myself are vanishingly small. As job security evaporates, charting your own destiny seems less like a risk and more like smart money.

Anyhow, best of luck to my friends who find themselves looking for work. If I can do anything for any of you, be sure to let me know.

Late last night I learned that Robert Lynn Asprin had died early that day. I didn’t know him all that well, but I loved his work. In high school, I devoured both the hilarious Myth Adventures books and the gritty Thieves’ World anthologies.

When I went to college at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, I knew that Bob and his then-wife Lynn Abbey lived in town. Bob had an office somewhere in the Nickels Arcade, in which he wrote many of those book I’d loved, and I’d hoped to meet him.

One night, my pal and mentor Will Niebling took me to dinner at the Full Moon, our favorite bar and grill, and we sat and chatted with a couple of his friends. After the others left, Will pointed out that “Bob and Lynn” were Robert Lynn Asprin and Lynn Abbey.

At the time, I was disappointed I didn’t get to tell them how much I’d enjoyed their work, but in retrospect, I can see that saving us all from that conversation might have been an act of mercy on Will’s part. It meant I got to meet them as regular folks, with no stars in my eyes, and that’s pretty cool.

Bob and Lynn divorced sometime after that, and he moved to New Orleans. He rode out Hurricane Katrina and lived in the French Quarter at the time of his death. His literary output slowed over the years, for various reasons, but never fully stopped.

My first ever paid writing credit was for the rules for the Myth Fortunes board game from Mayfair Games, based on Bob’s Myth Adventures series. Will and another friend, John Danovich, designed the game but needed someone to write up the rules. They brought me out to Will’s house, then in Lake Geneva, and showed me how it worked. I taped the conversation, took lots of notes, and then wrote it all up.

Today, if anyone tried to draw a line between my Blood Bowl novels and Bob’s Myth Adventures series, I wouldn’t be surprised to see how straight it stretched. The bits about the Big Game in Myth Directions resonate particularly well, especially when you consider how they form a thinly veiled version of the annual Michigan-Ohio State game, possibly the biggest rivalry in any sport—and certainly my favorite.

So, good-bye, Bob. Your books inspired me for years, and I’ll remember you through them for all my days. And I’ll always remember that dinner with Bob and Lynn too.

“Necessary Distance,” my latest essay for Storytellers Unplugged, is up and ready for your enjoyment. This month, I write about how hard it is to come back to read my own writing—and what I’ve found is the cure.

Word from GAMA and the Miniatures Page is that “Uncle” Duke Seifried had triple-bypass surgery last month (much like my father did last year). Duke got through with flying colors and is now recuperating in his home in Janesville, WI.

I sat next to Duke at Gary Gygax’s funeral, and he seemed fine then. As I saw with my father, though, these things can sneak up on you. I’m glad Duke got the diagnosis and treatment he needed, and I hope to see him at many conventions to come.