Writer's Block: First Things First
Oh dear.
My first love wasn't a person.
It wasn't even a thing.
It was a period in history.
From the time Lloyd and I taught ourselves how to read until I was about 8, I had an uncanny obsession with Ancient Egypt. During that time, I hoarded all the books about Ancient Egypt that I could find. When I look back at that phase, I can't help but to find it hilarious. Imagine the small child carrying piles of books, reading them in her corner, and then 'lecturing' adults about historical accuracy in movies. Naturally, this caused a few ruffled feathers in my early school days (poor teachers...). I actually learned a number of hieroglyphs, and I really wanted to learn Demotic. To make a long story short, I was OBSESSED with the period. I didn't only read informative literature about it--my interest extended to fiction novels pertaining to Ancient Egypt.
As for Lloyd... He jumped on board with the obsession when it began., so there were two of us being crazy little nerds. I think that if there is a moment when people realized we weren't exactly "normal," it's when this whole thing started. The obsession faded when we started getting into detective fiction. Our father owns the entire Agatha Christie collection (second edition!), and when we read our first Christie novel, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd... obsession was born once again. We started by madly reading mystery novels, and then we discovered forensic techniques. This somehow morphed to include spies and spying techniques, at which point we started using them to send secret messages--hence our obsession with ciphers. We actually made a few complex ones a few months ago. We sent them to people at school and to our father, but no one bothered to try.
Poor us.
My first love wasn't a person.
It wasn't even a thing.
It was a period in history.
From the time Lloyd and I taught ourselves how to read until I was about 8, I had an uncanny obsession with Ancient Egypt. During that time, I hoarded all the books about Ancient Egypt that I could find. When I look back at that phase, I can't help but to find it hilarious. Imagine the small child carrying piles of books, reading them in her corner, and then 'lecturing' adults about historical accuracy in movies. Naturally, this caused a few ruffled feathers in my early school days (poor teachers...). I actually learned a number of hieroglyphs, and I really wanted to learn Demotic. To make a long story short, I was OBSESSED with the period. I didn't only read informative literature about it--my interest extended to fiction novels pertaining to Ancient Egypt.
As for Lloyd... He jumped on board with the obsession when it began., so there were two of us being crazy little nerds. I think that if there is a moment when people realized we weren't exactly "normal," it's when this whole thing started. The obsession faded when we started getting into detective fiction. Our father owns the entire Agatha Christie collection (second edition!), and when we read our first Christie novel, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd... obsession was born once again. We started by madly reading mystery novels, and then we discovered forensic techniques. This somehow morphed to include spies and spying techniques, at which point we started using them to send secret messages--hence our obsession with ciphers. We actually made a few complex ones a few months ago. We sent them to people at school and to our father, but no one bothered to try.
Poor us.