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Apr. 22nd, 2004 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteMy First Entry. My first identified contribution to LJ. I feel like a virgin, touched for the very first time... *g*
I have now been lurking on the edges of the HP fandom for what seems like ages, hesitating to create my own LJ, telling myself that I didn't have the time (and I really don't, but somehow I always seem to be able to find a few minutes here and there), that I didn't have the energy (errrr...), that I didn't really want to have an LJ anyway. While all the time, I really just didn't have the guts.
And yesterday evening, I had an epiphany that made me fully realize the errors of my ways. *g*
Let me explain this a bit better. Yesterday evening, I went to an executive meeting at my kid's Playschool (wait! Please don't hit the back button yet, just give me five more minutes), and I was quietly reading the agenda when it hit me like a bludger to the face: "Staggard entrance in September." Now, wait a minute. Is that word supposed to rhyme with haggard?
Since absolutely noone else seemed to react, I went into full self-doubt mode. So when I finally got home last night, I grabbed my dictionary and checked. And felt rather smug about the whole thing, truth be told. English isn't my first language, and I tend to be awfully self-conscious about my spelling/grammar. This is why I always tell people right away that I am Not a Native Speaker. I'd rather be considered as a foreigner with a fairly good command of the Englisgh language than as a local illiterate.
But this (plus Sam's Gems ;o) ) showed me that I could actually just get out there and communicate with people, because my English isn't that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, try to write a fic once in a while. I think I will make a lot more progress by just writing and see how it comes across.
(This may sound silly, but it is an issue for me. I guess I take after my German mum, who has now lived in France longer than she has lived in Germany, is a University professor, and still occasionally asks me to correct her correspondence, especially with people who may not know that she is Not French).
This is no longer about just writing fic, however. There are quite a few plotbunnies playing tag in my head, but they seem to behave extremely well and haven't even reproduced that much. It's mainly about 1) writing, just writing, even nonsensical stuff, just for the fun of it - and please feel free to pick at my English, every little bit helps when it comes to improving one's language skills; and 2) all the people whose journals I have read with so much pleasure, and with whom I long to communicate a little more. You don't know I exist, but you are already my friends. That's the magic of LJ, I guess. *g*
I have now been lurking on the edges of the HP fandom for what seems like ages, hesitating to create my own LJ, telling myself that I didn't have the time (and I really don't, but somehow I always seem to be able to find a few minutes here and there), that I didn't have the energy (errrr...), that I didn't really want to have an LJ anyway. While all the time, I really just didn't have the guts.
And yesterday evening, I had an epiphany that made me fully realize the errors of my ways. *g*
Let me explain this a bit better. Yesterday evening, I went to an executive meeting at my kid's Playschool (wait! Please don't hit the back button yet, just give me five more minutes), and I was quietly reading the agenda when it hit me like a bludger to the face: "Staggard entrance in September." Now, wait a minute. Is that word supposed to rhyme with haggard?
Since absolutely noone else seemed to react, I went into full self-doubt mode. So when I finally got home last night, I grabbed my dictionary and checked. And felt rather smug about the whole thing, truth be told. English isn't my first language, and I tend to be awfully self-conscious about my spelling/grammar. This is why I always tell people right away that I am Not a Native Speaker. I'd rather be considered as a foreigner with a fairly good command of the Englisgh language than as a local illiterate.
But this (plus Sam's Gems ;o) ) showed me that I could actually just get out there and communicate with people, because my English isn't that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, try to write a fic once in a while. I think I will make a lot more progress by just writing and see how it comes across.
(This may sound silly, but it is an issue for me. I guess I take after my German mum, who has now lived in France longer than she has lived in Germany, is a University professor, and still occasionally asks me to correct her correspondence, especially with people who may not know that she is Not French).
This is no longer about just writing fic, however. There are quite a few plotbunnies playing tag in my head, but they seem to behave extremely well and haven't even reproduced that much. It's mainly about 1) writing, just writing, even nonsensical stuff, just for the fun of it - and please feel free to pick at my English, every little bit helps when it comes to improving one's language skills; and 2) all the people whose journals I have read with so much pleasure, and with whom I long to communicate a little more. You don't know I exist, but you are already my friends. That's the magic of LJ, I guess. *g*
