I possess a lot of land, just beyond of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my house, my four horses, and just about everything I have. My wife Naomi, my oldest kid Catherine age ten, my son Nathan age four, and our dog Peyton, he’s around eight.
Not to say I possess 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 two pages, gone through about eight home paper shredders, and irritated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been out here over a ten 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 real story is supposed to be in this mess somewhere, but I’ll be if I can find it. What I should do is purchase stock in some company that makes industrial paper 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 complicated story, but to give you an idea, I had been writing for a newspaper from about 1985, to the end of 1989, 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 worn out connections. 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 through it.