Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Where It All Started

Ive been trying to think of where my love affair with writing began.  I’ve tried over the years to come up with silly little stories, and it’s been fun off and on to see what comes out of my head.
Some months ago, I was encouraged by a dear friend who pointed out that I should be writing. She felt that I had enough skill, and why not try writing, and share your observations and humor with the masses? She was, and still is, my muse, and an ardent supporter. I will be eternally grateful to her for pushing me to try writing again. She is very dear to me......

When I set out to do this blog, I chose to take a road less traveled.....  There are some wonderful storytellers out there in the blogosphere, and I admired their ability to spin a tale.  So I said, “Why not try that path?”  Come up with two stories a week, create them, edit, and post.  So far, I’ve been generally satisfied with my efforts.

I started to think about when I first remember enjoying writing.  It had to be freshman English class in college. (there were to be no more English classes after that one, I ran out of money for tuition)  Our professor asked us to write a “process paper”.  We were instructed to describe in detail, the process of doing something.  It was up to us to decide what that process would be.  We would edit our papers twice weekly in class, switching with another student and helping them by editing their paper for them.  Pretty simple stuff, even for freshman English.

My professor questioned me each editing day, asking me, “Where is your paper, sir?”  “I will turn in a completed paper at the end of this exercise.”  He was not happy, because with an even number of students in the class, I was the wrench in the works!  I’m throwing off the whole system by not having a paper to edit!

The morning it was due, I sat at the typewriter (that’s a thingie that people used to write with before these here lappy toppy thingies.) and prepared my outline, according to the requirements for the class.  I then typed my paper, off the top of my head, and hurried to class, arriving only a few minutes late.  My professor scowled as I flopped into my seat, and handed him my paper.  He rolled his eyes as he said,  “Are you satisfied with your submission, sir?” I nodded yes, with my cheshire cat grin.

The following week, my paper returned to me.  I received an A- for my last minute efforts.  The topic of my process paper you ask?

“How To Procrastinate While Writing An English Paper.”


  1. Bravo to you for having the balls to do what everyone in the class should have done given that topic. What a bunch of unimaginative, scared pussies!

  2. Love it, ET.

    I wonder what other process on which you might be able to intelligently comment...

    I'll warn you, though. I'm a tough grader.


    - B x

  3. I am not surprised. It's always the smartass last minute slackers that end up being the genius in hiding. Not that I am implying you are a genius so don't pull anything while patting yourself on the back ok? It was simply a generalization. Geesh!

  4. That takes some big ol' balls. Good thing your teacher liked your big ol' balls.

  5. Ha! Awesome. I could SO see myself doing that kind of shit. No wonder I like you.

  6. Oh. My. Gosh.

    I'm that friend, aren't I... When we first started writing back and forth (you sent me the story about the motorcycle crash-- a classic I will never forget), I was so thrilled and humbled that you would ask for my input.

    I told practically everyone that an old friend from marching bank (ha!) was sharing his work with me.

    I remember the day I said, e.t. you have to write a blog! Show the world your immense talent. Sigh. That meant so much.

    Just to show you the effect you've had on me, I called the lawn man a douche bag today and felt really good about it.

    Thanks for the memories... Hugs.

  7. Excellent! You're sort of my hero.

  8. Kat, Thanks for reading, as always, you make me seem much smarter than I truly am!
    Barreness, Someday.... Someday.
    Random, C'mon, admit it, I'm your favorite slacker/genius!
    KevD, It's nice to have my balls noticed. XD
    Heather, Yeah, we're like peas and carrots, I think.
    Linda, I'm getting all sappy here, because it truly is all your fault that I'm here. Thank you again.
    Yellowcoyote, Thanks!! I LOVELOVELOVE your photography! You remind me to see the whole world, not just a little narrow slice of it.