I Don’t Really Have A Problem

Nothing I can’t handle.

I'm Don and I'm a writer.

When I was young, my dad would always toss back a couple of paragraphs before dinner every night.

My mom kept her Apple IIc in the closet where the water heater was.

I was raised in a family of moderate writers. At least I always thought they were moderate. As a kid, I thought everybody, everywhere pounded the old keys daily. I didn’t know any different.

When I was too young to go into a store and buy my own typewriter, I had to resort to the corner drug stores to buy spirals and ink pens.

But I was sure I could quit anytime. I could last for months without having to write so much as a “hello.”

I am what they call a functional writer. I know when to quit for the evening. I don't drive after I've been writing. I can write one or two paragraphs without having to go all Hemmingway on myself.

Thank you for your time!

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