I guess you could call me a logophile. More specifically, a writing logophile. I’m not sure if that’s actually correct grammar, but whatever. Anyone who actually knows me, knows that I’m not much of a talker usually. But give me a few uninterrupted minutes and allow to let loose whatever thoughts are randomly going through my head at the moment and I will write all afternoon. I’m certainly no great author, I just seem to communicate better what’s going on in my head when I’m writing.
A logophile is a lover of words. I have always enjoyed words and writing, going all the way back to when I was an early teen. When I started college, I chose the path of literature, and as a sophomore excitedly took my first writing course. The final assignment was a short story that we had worked on all semester and I couldn’t wait to get mine back from the professor. When I opened the folder and flipped to the back page for my grade I was shocked to see a “D,” and only one comment, something along the lines of “This is nothing better than a B-rated movie script.” No explanation, no other remarks. I had done quite well with the variety of assignments given throughout the semester, so my final grade was still very good despite the bomb at the end. I never even asked the professor why is was so bad. I just decided then and there that I would never be any kind of writer. I finished the Associate’s degree in Literature, then moved on to a larger university and earned a Bachelor’s in a completely unrelated subject. And other than the required class assignment, I didn’t write a word.
Jump forward a number of years. Personal computers became more advanced, the internet became a part of our daily lives, communication via email became more prevalent, social networking sites appeared, and I discovered that I really missed writing. Writing anything.
Nowadays, the biggest obstacle to me writing is time. Admittedly, I’m not the best manager of it. So oftentimes I’m laying in bed at 1:00 in the morning, thinking about all the things I want to write about! With the start of the new year, though, I decided that I’m going to make a real concerted effort to put all those thoughts down on paper. Well, okay maybe I’m dating myself by saying I’m going to put it on paper. (My husband likes to tease me when I pull out the yellow legal pad and a pen.)
I have a lot of thoughts about a lot of different things, but I try to center many of them around my faith and what I believe. This may turn off some people and maybe my mom will be the only person who actually follows this blog! (Because moms do that kind of thing you know, regardless of how old you are.) But that’s okay because I have enough things crashing around in my head and any given moment, so it might be good for me to actually get some of it out and then there will be more room in my head for additional randomness.
Yet I also hope that maybe something I write might be a help or blessing to someone, depending on the topic. Maybe it will change someone’s opinion, open their eyes to something, or teach them about something they had no idea about. Maybe through a comment dialogue I might learn something too!
So I apologize here, at the beginning, for all of the words. There’s going to be a lot; I’m just forewarning you. Hopefully you won’t give up after the third paragraph.
Céad míle beannachta.
(One hundred thousand blessings)