With fat crayons handed out by my first grade teacher. She was patient both years I took her class.
I actually wrote for several Northern California newspapers long ago when I was a municipal recycling coordinator. I wrote a column entitled Garbage Talk and told stories about weird things dumped in the landfill. Like when a trailer load of laundry detergent was disposed…or rather, “the day the Tide came in at the landfill.”
I eventually changed jobs, careers, cities, etc., and fell away from writing.
I resurrected the writing bug last year when I wrote monthly columns for the Chico Enterprise-Record. My initial thought was to write environmental articles. But that was too much like work. The editor advised that I write from personal experience and to be real. That led me into strange but true territory. Like the time I had a zit attack a day before a photo shoot and wore my daughter’s make-up to hide it. Or buying my wife pantyhose (fellas, NEVER do this. Maybe for your mate but not mine, please. I’m in enough trouble.). Or the time my cat brought a live gopher inside the house.
Funny things happen daily. It’s a matter of noticing them and being able to tell a story.
Thanks for asking!
-Eric aka Etc.Guy