When I was in highschool, I never played Dungeons and Dragons.Â I never went to sci fi conventions.Â I didn’t collect anything.
Â I was just the girl who sat alone at lunch and read a book.Â
Â Don’t feel bad for me.Â I prefered it that way.Â I would even get irritated when someone interrupted me, though I hope that those good people who ventured past the boundary of fabric-wrapped cardboard and paper didn’t know how much I felt trespassed upon.Â Because another part of me did appreciate that I was interesting enough to want a conversation with.Â I DO like people – in fact, I love people.Â The world is full of wonderful, varied, beautiful people.Â I just would usually rather observe.
So I didn’t do the really geeky stuff.Â I didn’t even read Lord of the Rings, because it was a classic and those had gained a bad reputation from my experiences in English.Â Not that the books themselves were bad, but the tedious way in which we had to dissect them.Â Â I think I felt like a classic had to be read in such a way, and that was such hard work that the stories lost their lustre.
So I never had a community in which to revel in how wonderful the stories we were readingÂ were.Â Â And some of us, myself, were creating stories such that they were to be celebrated.Â At a sci fi convention.
At the same time, the Lord of the Rings moviesÂ were coming out, and the little bits and pieces looked soÂ intriguing that I was compelled to read the book before the movie, since that is my custom.Â
Long story short, I found myself among fans of a fantasy movie.Â I found myself also in a writer’s group specifically geared towards the fantasy and sci fi genre.Â All this, at a time when I was a suburban housewife with three children.Â Ah, I thought, I’ve finally found my native community.
Next: AmkaÂ becomes an elf andÂ builds a ship