Working It Over with Paper Shredders
I have a spot of land, just outside of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my house, my three horses, and just about everything I possess. My wife Naomi, my oldest kid Catherine age eleven, my son Nathan age three, and our dog Peyton, he’s around eight.
Not to say I have them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about three years now. We moved here so I could work more, and we also wanted another child, hence Nathan. So, since I’ve been here, I have written exactly one hundred and four pages, gone through about ten paper shredder ratings, and frustrated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been out here over a dozen times, she always brings the family something, and she knows I will have ruined more paper shredders, so she’ll bring me another one. It’s almost laughable, no it is laughable. I know the real story is supposed to be in this manuscript somewhere, but I’ll be if I can locate it. What I should do is buy stock in some business that makes fellowes paper shredders.
I keep burning out the motors or something, I don’t know, all I can say is that, I have not been able to use computers yet, and typing was the way it had to be. It’s a difficult story, but to give you an idea, I had been employed for a newspaper from about 1985, to the end of 1989, when there was a fire. The fire took our first son Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our antiquated connections. Needless to say, I was, and still am traumatized by the whole thing. I know it seems odd, but for some reason I can’t get passed it.
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