Working It Over with Paper Shredders
I have a piece of land, just outside of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my home, my two horses, and just about everything I have. My wife Naomi, my oldest child Catherine age ten, my son Nathan age four, and our dog Peyton, he’s around ten.
Not to say I have them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about four years now. We moved here so I could write more, and we also wanted another young one, hence Nathan. So, since I’ve been here, I have written exactly one hundred and four pages, gone through about five good shredders on sale, and irritated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been up here over a ten times, she always brings the family something, and she knows I will have broke 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 document shredders.
I keep burning up 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 long story, but to give you an idea, I had been writing for a newspaper from about 1984, to the end of 1989, when there was a fire. The fire took our first child Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our outdated connections. Needless to say, I was, and still am traumatized by the whole thing. I know it seems strange, but for some reason I can’t get through it.
