A’s pointless chatter

I remember as a kid I had wanted to become a writer, the first book I ever scribbled on was the Little Prince; this must have sealed the deal as it has accompanied me ever since, popping up in various shapes, forms and situations. My most recent copy is one that I cherish probably just as much as the one whose pages bear my illegible initals. It was given to me several months ago by a dear friend who specially illustrated the book with hidden drawings I would discover as I read. I don’t think I had ever mentioned to him how I had ‘illustrated’ my very first copy too, not in such an elaborate way, but twenty some years later it was almost like a déjà vu…
Now, I never finished any book I had begun writing, I continued scribbeling along the way, but I never seemed to follow through to the end. Now without looking for a deeper psychological meaning, I could also argue the end is open to discussion and individual interpretation, but this is probably more of a lame excuse for something I simply can’t or ignore to name.
Later, after years and pages had been filled with the joys and pains of growing up I decided to try the serious, ‘practical’ route, I enrolled in journalism and anthropology, hoping to gain a broader world perspective and give those a voice who had remained unheard…yea, I never lost my idealism, but somehow, I again did not follow through and my brief career as a reporter yielded exactly one analysis of those muddy political waters Austria was drowning in back at the time (not that much has changed, but it has been legitimized and people simply got used to the status quo).
Somehow, I still ended up typing for a living, admittedly, those of you who have watched me, know I am not a sophisticated typer but those few fingers applied in the process make up in speed what they lose in quantity. I am not unhappy with the outcome, I do love what I do and many times feel like my job is really fun…but I write for others, those are not my thoughts.
So back to the roots and back to ‘ego’ who is aiming to perpetuate erratic thoughts, random ideas or simply pointless chatter and thus ventures into the blogging sphere; why write a book if by the time you finish people will just read the synopsis online? So here we go….