I possess a spot of land, just on the edge of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my home, my three horses, and just about everything I possess. My wife Naomi, my oldest child Catherine age eleven, my son Nathan age three, and our dog Peyton, he’s around eight.
Not to say I possess them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about three years now. We moved here so I could write more, and we also wanted another kid, hence Nathan. So, since I’ve been here, I have written exactly one hundred and four pages, gone through about five best paper shredders, and frustrated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been over here over a eight times, she always brings the family treats, 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 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 corporation that fabricates 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 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 The fire took our first child Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our outdated systems. 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 over it.
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