Transitions

I suppose I should start our affair with honesty, and possibly a plagiarised phrase from Fight Club: You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Of course, I've no intention of blowing up buildings, or anything quite that spectacular - or destructive - but it does seem to suite my current circumstances: I'm in transition. I'm moving away from everything I know and diving headlong into what some people might call the deep end, and others might claim I should've been swimming in that pond years ago.

Nothing's simple, though.

For those of you who don't know me, then...

I'm V, I have been ever since I first hopped onto the Internet. It's a handle, nickname, petname, whatever name, that appears to have stuck. I could tell you how it came about, but it's got various versions, so let's just skip that part and assume I've had a rather long-winded love affair with the letter itself. Before I was V, I was Olwen - not mind you, that I've undergone some supernatural change that has given me a new identity or anything, I'm still Olwen to most people, and I have no illusions that it is and always will be my real name. I read somewhere once that your name is the first gift your parents give you; not so sure about that since they obviously give you life first up, but eh, who am I to criticise another's writings. But we were talking about me...

I've been writing since before I could write. Ask my dad, he'll tell you I used to scribble on little bits of paper when I was three, glue them together, and then read him a story. At the end of the story, when asked to reread it, a totally new story manifested itself. I'm ashamed to say I've lost that particular talent, nowadays the things I write tend to deliver only one set of words, but such is the loss of childhood.

I've lived in a lot of places around the world. I was born in the Netherlands, but I have no real patriotic tendencies towards the country of my birth and see it mostly as a place where we own a house and my family lives. To me, the Netherlands has always been a 'place to visit people', a 'vacation country', the 'country where things work, sometimes too well', and most recently, 'the place I doubt I could ever really settle'. I've lived in London - it's where I first learned English, which is now my prefered language - I've lived in Abidjan, Ivory Coast - although back then there was only the one president and all the Liberian refugees were on the west side of the river - and in Maputo, Mozambique - which in my opinion still was the Pearl of Africa. I've lived in Suva, Fiji - the British really should've built it on the other side of the island, but perhaps they felt homesick for the rain - and I've lived in Canberra, Australia - where I am now, still, for the next two weeks. 

I'm moving to Melbourne. 

That in itself might seem like a very boring thing, simple and straightforward. As a statement it certainly is, but for someone who's never really been on her own, this is a big thing. Moreover, I think this is me finally growing up. Not bad for someone who turned 25 last September right? 

Let's be fair though, it's doubtful that I will ever really grow up.

Now that we've got that mostly out of the way...

"You've got three blogs, what between Valerian Night, Riven Cascades, Shards of Silver, and not to mention the one you write with L! Why on earth do you want to start another one?"

Easy answer? I want somewhere were I can put up snippets, or thoughts, or bits of writing, anything and everything: photographs, bad sketches, doodles, half hashed out ideas, story charts, art for no other purpose than my own desire to see it online. I want space to be selfish. If I had any idea how to work wordpress I'd probably be able to squish it all together into one blog, but since I'm still struggling to get my head worked around certain elements, this will do for the time being. I'm comfortable with Blogger afterall. 

So what you need to know before you read on?

1. it's doubtful that this'll update with any regularity, you're more or less bound to my swings of creativity and/or interest.

2. be prepared for anything, good or bad, drivel or masterpiece.

That aside, glad to have you here. 

Clear Skies,

V