I have a Memoir class in like eight days and I don’t even know if I have a voice still. I had a voice at one time and now it’s in hibernation or something. The teacher isn’t letting me know what books to buy or how to prepare in any way so I guess it’s gonna be a writing class and not so much a book work class. The teacher’s name in Theo Pauline Nestor and I have read her two books as well as Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. I read ‘Tis by Frank McCourt too cuz it kinda extends the story from the Angela’s Ashes. I also bought the book Working it Out: 23 Women Writers, Artists, Scientists, and Scholars Talk About Their Lives and Work which includes a piece about/by Virginia Valian whom Theo Nestor spend quite a bit of time discussing as to her work practice or how one gets work done. I have no idea how this class is going to work. I have a memory stick about half full with my Writing folder, Genealogy folder, class websites, bank, and blog in it. Just in case, cuz I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The teacher of my next class is in contact with me, his class has to do with writing Fiction. I have two Memoir classes and two Fiction classes to get through. The list of Actual writers I have actually met is growing, I will add one next week and another one about five weeks later. So far I have met Norman Mailer, Bill Kenower, Terry Persun, and various members of the Skagit Valley Writers League, of which I am also a member. I am setting myself up to be a writer and the only thing I seem to be missing is the writing so my goal is to write about 1,000 words per day even after the classes start. My therapist likes my barrels, netting, and really long sticks story start maybe because I added some stuff to the story while I was talking to him…y’know like what a writer does when their in the zone and writing. Only time and practice will tell as to my being a real writer. I had business cards made up with a classic typewriter as the background. I started a science fiction by Terry Persun and it’s pretty enjoyable. The beginning takes place in a dystopian world so I had to look that up so that a word I now use has some meaning. The main reason I am taking a set of classes from the University of Washington is so that I can be an alumni of a school that has sports teams I can route for, oh, and I guess, so that I can learn to write better. I think that once I get down there and get over the initial whatever it is I will do fine. I did vow that if I ever did anymore schooling I would only do it where there was a face to face part, no online for me from here on out. If I have a genre that I really like it has to be Espionage. I like Espionage because I grew up watching the Vietnam War on TV and I served in the United States Air Force in Europe during the Cold War. Ciao!

No whining? So I have to write without whining? How does that even work? I’m supposed to have this gift rattling around inside of me, but I don’t know how to get the muse to show up at my door. As I get rolling I need to eradicate the BE verb and use action verbs that can stand on their own. The rain fell softly on the tin roof. Wow is that dull. I have lived a life that I do not realize its potential. If I operate on the premise that I am afraid then at least I have somewhere to start from. I am afraid of becoming famous. That much I know. I am no longer afraid of drinking simply because I have had one beer. I am still afraid of visiting a dentist for any reason. I would much rather read a good book than just about anything else. I need to be loved, but I do not really believe that to be true. I don’t seem old enough to be old, but I remember being young s if it were yesterday. I must be in the continuum of middle age. Any day now my pension will kick in safe as houses. Writing is my new gig and I intend to make the most of it. If I can just write one book I will be happy, win a prize or two and make some money…great. Accept phone calls? No way. I have no real need for vanity apart from having a healthy ego. A certain amount of wealth would do very nicely. I remember riding my old red Schwinn bicycle for whole days without using my hands. I can even remember being able to smell Food, trees, breakfast. Now I can breath, but not smell. I would like to be deaf, I have even asked God to strike me deaf, maybe just so I can smell again. Breakfast would be very nice to smell. I used to Spelunk a bit when I was young and doing something other than reading. I have rappelled and enjoyed that very much. I even climbed Der Zugspitze in West Germany, well it was West Germany at the time. I am a Cold War Veteran. I like that. I spend quite a bit of time thinking about Europe, the history of it and the modern dichotomy that espionage makes use of. I visited castles and drove on Der Autobahn. I was also a Scoutmaster in the Boy Scouts of America and was voted into the Order of the Arrow as an adult. The OA is Scouting version of the National Honor Society. I consider it my highest honor. When I mas outprossesing from Hahn Air Base the Education advisor took several looks at my transcript and asked my why I have joined the military as an Enlisted person I had no real answer for her. I finally finished my BA in 2014 majoring in Liberal Arts because I wanted to major in too many things over the years.

This web log will be my writing practice. A combination of diary, rant-page, topic exploration device, and my small space on the Internet. If you see something you like then drop me a line. I’m taking some classes at the University of Washington starting this Fall. Memoir and Fiction are the subjects I will be studying and learning to create. Wish me luck.