My name is Alison and I am a logophile. Don’t be alarmed: it’s not fatal, but it is catching! A logophile is a lover of words. It comes from two Greek roots: logos meaning speech, word, reason, and philos meaning loving, dear.
Ever since I can remember, I have been fascinated by words. I vividly recall the thrill of having “sight words”, written in beautiful, upright teacher-hand, to bring home from kindergarten each night and read aloud to my parents. Books have been my constant obsession. At home we had a spelling list book, with lists from kindergarten level right up to the end of high school, which I devoured and revelled in. When I won a prize at school and received a voucher to spend at the local newsagent’s (we didn’t have a bookshop in our town), I was bitterly disappointed that they didn’t have an etymological dictionary.
My Dad and his dispensary assistant in the pharmacy introduced me to cryptic crosswords – oh the joy of nutting out an answer, making the connection, appreciating the wit! In high school I discovered languages – first German and then French. I went on to study Russian at Uni, and have since dabbled in Latin and Koine Greek (the language of the New Testament). What particularly delighted me about learning other languages was the insight it gave me into the way my own language works – the vocabulary of grammar, the way language is structured, the fact that there are many different ways of expressing the same concept.
I love the texture of language – the rhythms and cadences, the flow of phrases, the quirky and obscure words, and the layers of meaning embedded in them. And I love shaping sentences, crafting them – now there’s an interesting association for a scrap-booker…
craft /kraft/ n. 1. skill; ingenuity; dexterity. 2. an art, trade, or occupation requiring special skill. [ME; OE cræft] Macquarie Concise Dictionary
There you go. Never let anyone tell you what you do is only craft!
Now I work with words every day, as an editor, proof-reader and writer. Next to our dining room table on the shelf is a dictionary we bought with some wedding present money. Affectionately known as “Tom” (for Tom, Dick ‘n’ Harry – say it quickly), this is pulled out frequently during dinner to check on a meaning, a spelling or look up a word one of us has asked about. It’s a hefty tome, the cover is falling off, but inside, what riches!
You’d think I’d be a prolific journaler in my digi scrapping, but I’m not. In my first 2 years of doing a Day2Day project I set myself the challenge of finding just one word to caption each day’s photo. That was really fun, but I still struggle to journal on my other pages. I take LOTS of photos and so do lots of pages, and it often seems that there’s not that much to say. My life is not all that exciting (except the bit about being magically transformed into a Pixie overnight, and that only happens once!) and I’m not naturally an effusive person, so I really struggle with writing about the ordinary things of life, even the big events.
This is my very round-about way of saying that having to write a blog, let alone develop the journaling on my pages, is a big challenge for me. I’m starting a journey – one I feel will stretch me in all kinds of ways. It might be painful but it could also be fun! Will you come along with me for the ride?
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