Struggling It Out with Paper Shredders
I own a lot 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 have. My wife Naomi, my oldest daughter Catherine age eleven, my son Nathan age five, and our dog Peyton, he’s around ten.
Not to say I possess them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about five years now. We moved here so I could write 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 five paper shredder reviews, and aggravated my publisher to no end.
Shannon, my pub rep, has been over here over a eight times, she always brings the family gifts, 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 real story is supposed to be in this book somewhere, but I’ll be if I can discover it. What I should do is purchase stock in some company that manufacturers fellowes powershred ratings.
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 difficult story, but to give you an idea, I had been working for a newspaper from about 1986, 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 The fire took our first child Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our outdated network. 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 through it.