Girls and other challenges that led to the ‘write’ stuff
I'm not much in favor of columns that are primarily about the writer of same. But, I guess sometimes it is unavoidable. This is one of those times in my opinion.
This column is about me. It has much to do with the fates that are somewhat the ones that brought about my penchant for writing.
When I was in high school, I wasn't what one might call a popular student and, as a matter of fact, I was kind of a social pariah. I had a wish to be a tough guy ... and I wasn't ... a football player ... and I was lousy ... and a know-it-all, which caused me to be disliked by many and provided me with a few lumps.
I wasn't a big hit with girls, most of whom would have preferred not to be seen in my company. By the way, one girl saw through my facade and eventually became my bride.
I did some writing, poor and juvenile, but I enjoyed it. What little I did was with a #2 pencil and yellow paper. When I found a phrase that needed to be used earlier rather than later in the copy, I had to start re-writing to make the change.
With my lack of popularity, I enrolled in a typing class. I guess I was prompted by my penchant for writing ... and ... that's where the girls were. Largely that began to make me less abhorrent to female-type-girls-of-the-opposite-sex. Maybe I was even convinced that there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel of misery.
Imagine my joy when using a 1940s typewriter, although it still needed frequent erasures and re-writes to get phrases into the more appropriate positions. Then came a writer's lifeblood, the computer.
Now with one swift click on the "clicker," a word or an entire phrase can be changed or effortlessly moved at will. What a boon to the writers in our world.
From that day to this, typing has proven to be an invaluable asset to my very small list of same.
Which brings me to today where I can inflict myself on the readers of this column. Ain't life grand?