Working It Out with Paper Shredders

I have a piece of land, just on the edge of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my cabin, my two horses, and just about everything I own. My wife Naomi, my oldest child Catherine age eleven, my son Nathan age three, 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 five pages, gone through about eight paper shredders, and frustrated my publisher to no end.

Shannon, my pub rep, has been out here over a dozen times, she always brings the family treats, and she knows I will have destroyed more paper shredders, so she’ll bring me another one. It’s almost laughable, no it is laughable. I know the true story is supposed to be in this mess somewhere, but I’ll be if I can locate it. What I should do is buy stock in some company 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 complicated story, but to give you an idea, I had been working for a newspaper from about 1985, to the end of 19890, 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 worn out systems. Needless to say, I was, and still am traumatized by the whole thing. I know it seems ridiculous, but for some reason I can’t get through it.