LJ Idol 9.0: Introduction
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alexpgpHi, my name is Alex, and I've got a compulsion to write.
It started when I was a child, when a shadowy character wearing a fedora and a trench coat lured me from the safety of the school playground, wrapped my fingers around a piece of chalk, and pointed me at a pristine brick wall. Thus was I tricked into departing from the norm, into writing something on my own, and the rush was overpowering! There followed more pieces of chalk—all free, of course—until there came a day when a piece of paper and a pencil were shoved into my hand.
I still remember the hypnotic intonation in my "pusher's" voice when he—or maybe it was she—hissed, "Here, take these for a spin, kid." I did, and from that point on, I was pretty well hooked. I started skipping lunches to have enough money to buy memo pads and pens—oh, the feel of a 19-cent BiC pen against paper was like nothing else! Nothing!—until I got caught in Weiss' Stationery & Office Supplies, laying out the big bucks for a Moleskine Classic notebook and a Sheaffer fountain pen. How I wished, then, that I had listened to the police officers who had repeatedly visited our school to scare us straight with descriptions of the various ways we could become hopelessly enmeshed in writing, with as little as one published article leading to a lifetime of addiction.
Pens gave way to a Smith-Corona, and paper eventually gave way to phosphor. WordStar became my mistress and my confessor. A series of moderate successes at placing magazine articles and writing a book on programming just poured fuel on the fire, until I was helplessly trapped with a permanent, nagging compulsion to write, and to do so again and again.
With me, thank goodness, the compulsion has been both a blessing and a curse, though on the whole the net benefits have wholly outweighed a chronic gnawing itch that will not allow itself to be scratched. It may be that I've just not tried hard enough to scratch it, or perhaps the itch serves a completely different purpose altogether. ¿Quién sabe?
Today, my writing implement of choice is a keyboard, and fortunately, between what I do for a living (translating technical documents from Russian into English) and my LiveJournal (created back when membership numbers were four digits long), the itch has remained under control. Participation in previous editions of LJ Idol has also exerted a positive influence in this regard, as have imaginary telephone conversations with characters from my favorite movies.
But I'm saving that story for later.
Good luck to everyone!
Cheers...
It started when I was a child, when a shadowy character wearing a fedora and a trench coat lured me from the safety of the school playground, wrapped my fingers around a piece of chalk, and pointed me at a pristine brick wall. Thus was I tricked into departing from the norm, into writing something on my own, and the rush was overpowering! There followed more pieces of chalk—all free, of course—until there came a day when a piece of paper and a pencil were shoved into my hand.
I still remember the hypnotic intonation in my "pusher's" voice when he—or maybe it was she—hissed, "Here, take these for a spin, kid." I did, and from that point on, I was pretty well hooked. I started skipping lunches to have enough money to buy memo pads and pens—oh, the feel of a 19-cent BiC pen against paper was like nothing else! Nothing!—until I got caught in Weiss' Stationery & Office Supplies, laying out the big bucks for a Moleskine Classic notebook and a Sheaffer fountain pen. How I wished, then, that I had listened to the police officers who had repeatedly visited our school to scare us straight with descriptions of the various ways we could become hopelessly enmeshed in writing, with as little as one published article leading to a lifetime of addiction.
Pens gave way to a Smith-Corona, and paper eventually gave way to phosphor. WordStar became my mistress and my confessor. A series of moderate successes at placing magazine articles and writing a book on programming just poured fuel on the fire, until I was helplessly trapped with a permanent, nagging compulsion to write, and to do so again and again.
With me, thank goodness, the compulsion has been both a blessing and a curse, though on the whole the net benefits have wholly outweighed a chronic gnawing itch that will not allow itself to be scratched. It may be that I've just not tried hard enough to scratch it, or perhaps the itch serves a completely different purpose altogether. ¿Quién sabe?
Today, my writing implement of choice is a keyboard, and fortunately, between what I do for a living (translating technical documents from Russian into English) and my LiveJournal (created back when membership numbers were four digits long), the itch has remained under control. Participation in previous editions of LJ Idol has also exerted a positive influence in this regard, as have imaginary telephone conversations with characters from my favorite movies.
But I'm saving that story for later.
Good luck to everyone!
Cheers...
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Date: 2014-03-06 12:18 am (UTC)Hope your cat is better!
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Date: 2014-03-06 02:47 am (UTC)Cheers...
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Date: 2014-03-06 12:35 am (UTC)Loved the comic and relateable introduction. (Apparently 'relateable' isn't a word. It should be.) This entry definitely made me grin.
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Date: 2014-03-06 02:45 am (UTC)(FWIW, while "relateable" may not pass muster, "relatable" will do the trick; see, for example, here (http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/relatable).
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Date: 2014-03-06 10:50 pm (UTC)Cheers...
P.S. This gives me an idea for a potential story, based on my own experience.
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Date: 2014-03-06 12:29 pm (UTC)Wow, haha. I translate physical articles between the same languages, but it is a hobby more than anything else.
Nice to see you participating again.
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Date: 2014-03-06 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm going to keep my eye on you... one never knows when one's RL skills might be needed.
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Date: 2014-03-09 01:57 am (UTC)I occasionally have much the same kind of thing happen, only it occurs when I think of certain words in Russian.
Some day, it would be interesting to see what it is about these certain words that triggers this kind of reaction.
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Date: 2014-03-09 01:57 am (UTC)Great comment!
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Date: 2014-03-09 12:46 am (UTC)Dan
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Date: 2014-03-09 06:28 am (UTC)Welcome back!
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Date: 2014-03-09 02:23 pm (UTC)Chalk seems a good idea to me, even now.
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Date: 2014-03-11 10:04 am (UTC)Good luck to you too!
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Date: 2014-03-11 11:01 pm (UTC)Cheers...
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