Optima Typewriter by shexbeer
If you had asked me as a child at the tender age of seven, “What would you like to be when you grow up?” you would have received any number of varied answers. I tailored my future careers to the person asking: I dutifully responded “A lawyer” to my mother while if you were my father, I dutifully responded “Cartoonist” or “Underwater Basket Weaver,” depending on what I could gauge of his mood. I told White-Harp I was going to be a marine biologist. (I had a bit of a facetious and insouciant side when I was young.)
The truth is, I never really thought of writing as anything other than something I just did, like breathing or walking or reading. I wrote constantly, and moreover, I wrote voraciously, taking my cue from Harriet Welch from HARRIET THE SPY. I liked to think and I liked to read my thoughts. Therefore, I wrote. I wrote everything from letters to stories to novels to academic papers (I actually like writing papers) and have never stopped.
Sometimes, other people want to read what I write. If you’re one of those people, feel free to browse the links on the right. If you even want me to contribute an article or a guest post or two, please contact me and I’d be more than willing to discuss it with you!
