I moved to Edmonton in 2003 and started writing professionally soon after. Grant Mac J-school helped…a little bit. Not as much as I thought, but enough. I was always more of a creative writer than a journalist, but journalism was a trade that I could use to hone my writing skills. With that in mind, there was always Vue and See. Two creatively aimed entertainment publications that offered opportunities to writers in the Edmonton area. Now, I’m not a very good writer insofar as to say my grammar has always sucked. I would always aim for the imagery and metaphor over the ‘math’ of writing. This stopped me from getting the bigger jobs; I’m ok with this.
For several years before See Magazine was dissolved, I was writing for them. Under various editors who were fired or let go or asked to not work there anymore or who just moved on, I worked a lot. I wrote something called Edster’s Dictionary, an Edmonton centric dictionary of weirdness (which you can’t find on the internet). Also, I wrote movie reviews under the title of Shelf Life…which you also can’t find. I’ve interviewed Bruch McCulloch, Tegan and Sara, Chris Cornell, Andrew WK, Diamond Rings, The Reverend Horton Heat and a whole swack of others. I’m not bragging. There is a point to this. When Vue consumed See and smote it’s remains upon the mountain top, it not only eradicated the print version, but the online version (EDIT* – Turns out this was out of the hands of Vue and was Great West Publications doing). I’ve tried to use The Way Back Machine but it only has a small handful of my stories and writings. I found this out while trying to find writing jobs. While trying to prove to other magazines that I have written and didn’t just make it up for shits and giggles.
What is my point? Not much of one really, I’m writing more myself now; for what I consider to be therapy. My point is that I want to have my old stories to put on my resume. All the reviews I did. The interviews. The creative work. The excitement and the ridiculous advertising that is considered ‘entertainment journalism’. I want to be able to see it. Because I wrote that fucking stuff. It came out of my brain cave. I ostensibly gave birth to it and cared for it. And well…someone just decided that it didn’t mean anything to anyone. Wasn’t worth the money I was given to do it. Or the time I spent. Or the frustration and joy it took to create.
If anyone has seen my words, please send them home to me. I miss them. I hope to someday let them know what they mean to me instead of just throwing them away as if they didn’t mean anything.
(EDIT2* – Just received an email from Paul Blinov at Vue. He assures me that they are doing their best to try to find the stories. He can’t guarantee anything but said if they do find them they will allow everyone access.)