Some years ago, I started rattling on at the keyboard. It was nothing I could make a living at, but it was writing. I don't know if it is good, bad or indifferent, but I've decided to share a bit of who I was then, so hopefully, you can appreciate who I am today! Enjoy!
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Snippet 1
Circa 2002
Okay. So writing has its drawbacks. Like... not getting published... like not getting a story finished because your brain shuts down... like... like... not getting your family to take your writing seriously enough for your own mother to read it. But that's okay. I just keep plugging along. Beating my head on the keyboard of my nearly obsolete best friend, Sonny. Well, it's actually a Sony but that was too obvious, so I lovingly call him Sonny.
He is a really great friend when he decides to work and he holds my greatest desires, my aspirations, my dreams, all tucked neatly away in his word processor files, ready to be retrieved when I happen to have an inspired moment and need to add to the multitude of works that I have going at any given time. And since I work nights, and my family happens to sleep at night, I have my nights off to sit with Sonny for hours, trying to come up with the "Great American Novel", as they say. The one novel that will capture the hearts of thousands! Millions! That will whisk me up into the big time of writers, that will have producers and directors pounding on my door, begging to pay me the BIG BUCKS to make the TV movie, theatrical masterpiece, Broadway play! Okay, how about the 24 hour mini series... kind of like "North And South" that, in it's entirety was 24 hours long, part one 12 hours and part 2 another 12 hours. And how about that young Patrick Swayze. Ooh.
All right. Back to reality. This is supposed to be my introduction. I must not get off on rabbit trails, which is my habit to do. But that is what makes a great writer, being able to just let your thoughts wander and come up with an article, column, or manuscript that publishers would love to read, people would want to spend their hard earned nickels to buy... yeah, that's what I would like. To actually get paid, just once, for the hours that I have spent putting my ideas on paper, so to speak. Who uses paper anymore to write? Oh, yeah, the nineth grade class at my daughter’s school still uses paper. I know because my daughter seems to be the only one in class that actually has paper and likes to share it with everyone. Consequently, she is usually out of paper when she comes home and I have to go buy her more. But that's cool.
Well, I'm sitting here listening to the birds chirping outside, the dog was barking at my cat that was stuck in the gate and I just got clawed up getting him out. It is already about 85 degrees at 8am. It's going to be another wonderful day. I can just see it coming! But there is nothing that a good cup of coffee and some time with friends can't fix. Especially a friend like Joyce. She's a very young 60-something that has a knack for enjoying life no matter what happens and getting into the most amazing situations. They follow her like a well-trained puppy. And her famous line is..."That reminds me of a story!" Another writer in the making!
To be continued…
* * * *I'll post the next piece after you've had some time to digest this one
