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A year at the Maine Edge

It was the end of 2011. I was sitting in the Nexxlinx cafeteria, sipping an energy drink and wonder what exactly my life was trying to pull. I had lost my job at Wal-Mart, I had moved out my apartment and back into my parent's basement. It was three in the morning, and my soul-sucking job as an Electronics Arts customer service representative was doing nothing for my morale. I had hit rock-bottom. One of my sole joys was wandering over to the Maine Edge kiosk and perusing the myriad, interesting articles. It was a paper written not by industry-hardened individuals, but real people. There was an honesty and openness that you generally don't find in a paper.But they didn't have a video game section.I, having years of experience in running off my mouth in a grammatically-correct fashion, decided to throw one of my college papers in their direction. I figured I had nothing to lose, because what was one more 'no' in a world that insisted on dragging me into the silt of depression?

Now, whether it was the Good Lord wishing to punish the greater Bangor area with my terrifying wordsmithing abilities, or perhaps my editor starting a tradition of accepting contributors while under the influence of NyQuil, I'll never know. What I do know is that almost the very next day, I got an email back that basically said, 'Aw, what the heck, come on in.'

From that point to the exact time I write this article (just before deadline, because my best ideas come out of sheer panic) was the most topsy-turvy, change-riddled year of my life.

I lost my job at Nexxlinx. Unemployed, engaged. Pressure. Friday? Type, type, type a new article and focus on something other than my issues for an hour or so.

Panic settled in. Carried me to a recruiting office. Fear. Friday? Type, type, type an internal dialogue on how physics affect vikings in a superhuman way.

Reconciled with my future in-laws (because I was a moron and hadn't spoken with them in a year). Decided against joining the armed forces. Still had no idea what to do to support my soon-to-be wife. Friday? Type, type, type a treatise on how imagination can easily fill in the blanks with games that lack in story but are rich in gameplay.

I remember sending off two articles to cover the publications during my honeymoon. I had no idea where my next paycheck was coming from, no idea how to provide for my new family, but this little local paper, this place to vent any thoughts but my serious ones was still there. Five hundred to 700 words of time to forget for the moment that my life was in shambles.

As it turns out, this story has a happy ending. I interviewed for an IT position a day before my wedding. I got the call in the middle of my honeymoon, and I couldn't have been happier for the interruption. The kind folks at Ridge View Community School gave me my life back. No more basements. No more late nights lying awake. Just a grateful prayer to my Heavenly Father and yet another Maine Edge deadline to hit.

I write for this magazine because they need a guy who's passionate about video games to write passionately about video games, and because if I didn't have that passion to write about, I have no idea how I could have gotten through this last year. I write because they gave me a chance when multiple other publications turned me down and turned me away. I write because I know there's many a geek out there like me who just wants to read about their favorite hobby without the sterile, matter-of-fact approach that many other publications churn out. I write because this is home to me.Here's to another year of Scandinavian physics, conversations with Brain and caffeinated soliloquies on the virtues of modding. Thank you so much, my dear readers. Without you, I couldn't do this silly little contribution that I love so very much, because it's the silly little things in life that carry us through the scary big happenings.

Aaron Waite's resolution is to eat far more Ramen in 2013 than he did in 2012. Also, to own a toilet-trained penguin.

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