Artemis is official member of the
Santharian Dream since September 15th 2002.
She is the main
developer for the desert continent of Aeruillin, basically focussing on
religious aspects at the moment and the elaboration of the fae.
Some random things about me and my way to Santharia...
Santharia. A bunch of
people aimlessly making up a pointless, imaginary world? A group of crazed,
immature people who live for that which is not real? Or, as my mum succinctly
put it, a waste of time? I suppose this is the way some people will see it. Just
a load of pointless letters, making up aimless words. It’s just writing. How can
people be so addicted, so crazy about it?
To me, writing is a lot more than just putting words onto a screen, or paper. To
me, writing is an expression of not only yourself, but of everything around you,
how it affects you in a number of ways. One day, I may be cheery, happy. My
writing will reflect that. Another, I wish that the world will close up around
me, swallow me whole. Again, my writing will reflect that. Just as some people
get obsessed by cars, money, fashion, I’ve become addicted to writing. Ever
since I was young, from about six years old, I’ve been fascinated by language
and books. This interest gradually turned into me being up late at night
(against the wishes of my mother, who in vain tried to stop me, but was unable
to when she finally fell asleep) scribbling away (there was no computer back
then!) at my latest masterpiece. I used to read them out at school, I was so
proud of myself. As I got older, we got a computer, and I
started to write more, until the routine was, I’d come home from school,
eat, do my homework, then I was on the computer, writing. I had so many novels
on the go I could barely count them. Then, the unthinkable happened. The
computer became seriously ill, and died. I lost everything I had written up to
that point. It happened just before I began year twelve, and I’m not ashamed to
admit that I cried. After that, I stopped writing altogether. I couldn’t face
the thought of starting everything again. I did however, start playing an online
game. I played it for sometime, and then, one day, I came across a banner
advertising something called the Santharian RPG board. I clicked it, out of
boredom I guess, and up popped an ezBoard, and for the
first time I saw the names of Wren, Viresse, Bahran the Big, Uragel, and many
others that have remained,
and others that have sadly gone.
I almost didn’t bother with it. I scrolled up and down, saw it was a text based
RPG and thought that I really couldn’t be fussed with it. Too much like writing.
However, next time I saw the banner and clicked, I decided to give it a go. I
posted a character, who at the time was highly inappropriate,
and I didn’t actually realise at that time
that the RPG was based on an actual world in
development. One of the Moderators
kindly pointed me towards the Santharian site, and I was transfixed. All the
detail, imagination and talent that was in the writing, I was amazed. I didn’t
know anything like it existed. It took me a few months from my first sighting,
but eventually I plucked up the courage to post on the development board, and so
I started to write again, a good nine months after the poor computer popped its
clogs. And so it was there that I met many people – Rayne (who actually joined
the same time as me but has a post count about ten times of mine – oh dear!),
Artimidor (who I’m sure was rather frustrated by my early insistence that I
wanted to create something wholly inappropriate for
Caelereth, if he remembers my early Fae attempts),
Wren (who encouraged and helped me very much in my
early entries) Tarq, Xarl, Talia, Viresse, Dalá,
Thuja, Bard Judith and so many others who I apologise right now for not
including their names.
Whilst my writing has definitely not been as prolific as it used to be (mainly
due to my mum’s disapproval of time spent on the computer during my ‘A’ levels,
which was fully understandable I suppose) I hope that I have contributed my
part, and will continue to do so for many years to go.
So, Santharia. Not a bunch of freaks stuck in a fantasy, but a group of
mature individuals, scattered throughout the world, united in dreaming a dream
which means so much to so many and I'm very happy to be part