When did I first view myself as a writer? That goes back to my college days. Now that I am old, it is difficult to believe how much I overextended myself. I had been working on a story all night long. Without any sleep at all, I prepared to walk the two and a half miles to school for my first class of the day. When I opened the door, a package was there waiting for me. The note said that it was from my downstairs neighbor. In the package was a typewriter pad. Unknowingly, I had kept my neighbor up with me that night, as I pounded out the story on my Underwood portable. That was the first time I thought of myself as a writer.
Published on August 14, 2013 18:58