Laboring It Through with Paper Shredders
I have a spot of land, just beyond 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 kid Catherine age nine, my son Nathan age four, and our dog Peyton, he’s around nine.
Not to say I have them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about five 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 five pages, gone through about ten paper shredder ratings, and irritated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been up here over a dozen times, she always brings the family gifts, 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 authentic story is supposed to be in this book somewhere, but I’ll be if I can locate it. What I should do is procure stock in some business that manufacturers fellowes document shredders.
I keep burning through 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 1986, to the end of 19890, when there was a fire. The fire took our first born Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our outdated systems. 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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