When I finally decided to take the plunge and request blogging permission, the question presented to me was simple. Why blog on Elliquiy? My best answer is a bit of an introduction---actually a bit more of an introduction than the one that got me access to the Elliquiy family in the first place.
From a very young age, the ink-blood in my veins started whispering to me secrets in a language I did not yet understand. Yet, my soul knew, all to well, the magic of words and phrases, black letters lined one after another, filling page after page after page. I learned to read not long after I began to walk, books gripped tightly in my chubby fists, that familiar secret language echoing in my head, stirring my ink-blood, and waking a hunger in me that I have borne for half a lifetime since.
It was not long before I held a fat, blue “Laddie” pencil in my left hand and began to fill the lines of my “Big Chief Tablet” with letters, words and ideas; then rhymes and poetry. My ink-blood coursed impatiently while I learned to scratch those forms on the page with grey No. 2 lead that would make the words and sentences and eventually pave the way to my first pen. I began writing because my body and soul compelled me to; still do compel me nearly forty years later. The voice of the ink in me still whispers, still tells me secrets.
I bear in my body the marks of this love affair with words, this obsession with stories. Calluses on my fingers, from countless hours spent gripping that big blue pencil---and so many pencils and pens thereafter---my instrument branding me as writer, my muse labeling me as his own. Likewise, I bear a permanent tattoo, a faded black smudge on the outside curve of the little finger on my left hand. A sort of birthmark, it reveals years of smearing ink as I follow my pen across the pages.
Writing is to me a sensual, tactile, emotional experience. I am alive, I was here, know me. If I do not write, I will go mad. This is my truth, it is who I have always been. Coming to this community was a fluke for me, for I was not familiar with the concept of role-play as it exists in this place. I feel as though I--perhaps like some others here--slipped into Elliquiy from the back road, with only my experience with words and stories to guide me. I had no clue the difference between free form and system games, no idea the worlds that would open up to me beyond those doors marked “Welcome to Elliquiy -- Click Friend and Enter” But no matter the road, I quickly found myself among friends.
In the year since I found my playground here, I have learned a great deal about myself from those friends. I have discovered a love of texture, an appetite for sensuality. In the Elliquiy circle, I have unearthed a wealth of imagination and storytelling unlike any other I’ve ever known, and a depth of friendship from some that I did not believe possible online. I hope to write much about the new me I am uncovering here. It just makes sense that this process of discovery should be chronicled in words and phrases and my own ink-blood.
For that is who I am. Writer. I hope you will read.