Thanks, everybody for the comments here and on the NPR site on my, uh, commentary yesterday. A number of people rose in defense of what we shall call the Imaginative Life, and while it’s a sign of failure if you have to explain what you meant the first time, but still…
As is clear to anyone who knew me, I, like an awful lot of you, grew up reading and watching and (limited by the pre- and proto-digital technology of the time) playing in fantastical imaginary words. I had, literally, thousands of sci-fi (not SyFy!) and fantasy paperbacks. I was a member of the Science Fiction Book of the Month Club. I attended the 1980 World Con. I saw Star Trek: The Motion Picture on opening day. Etc, etc. I have geek cred.
And like a lot of you who were of a similar type, I was a lot more comfortable in Middle Earth or The Land or the Ringworld than I was in the real world. I don’t want to exaggerate — I had friends, and even girlfriends, some of whom even read this blog. (Hey Jim! Hey, Jennifer!). But now that I’m grown, and finding the real world to be a much, much more interesting and even more challenging place than I had thought as an adolescent, I do wish I hadn’t focused so much on escaping it back then. Maybe I could have learned something slightly more useful than who did the voice of the ship’s computer on Star Trek: TOS.
To put it succinctly, looking back, I wish I had spent less time learning Elvish in order to teach it to my dog and more time learning to talk to girls. Or at the very least, learning, say, French.