I had started living on the farm, alone, in the fall of 1982. I had just moved in a small ratty mobile home to serve as 'momentary shelter.' Aye, t'was the same I had to eventually chainsaw out its bathroom floor and replace (still looking for that VHF tape of it, Woe) and the same one, that upon cleaning its floor ducts its whole length, (Well, that was the plan) I had to unexpectedly remove its furnace to retrieve the brick-on-a-rope cleaning 'appliance' I had invented; yeah, that mobile home. Legendary. My late cousin, Jack Davidson, from Tuff Rubber Balls, Minnesoter, ten years my senior, had been raised on now-my-farm. Being the consummate waterfowl, deer, bear and fish hunter often frequented his deer hunting land four miles south of it especially in the early fall. Little did either of us know, that that same November, he'd crash his two-seat Taylorcraft into what later became the Palmville Wildlife Management Area; and I'd roll my 1972 Toyota Land Cruiser a mile and a half south of the farm; both of us narrowly escaping with our lives.
You caught fish on every cast that day, which leads me to ask about your writing process. My first drafts are what Anne Lamott refers to as shitty firsts. This?
Admittedly, I had to google Anne Lamont to make sense of your comment here; I didn't understand what you were getting at. And, I may still be in the dark, not sure, but within this https://wrd.as.uky.edu/sites/default/files/1-Shitty%20First%20Drafts.pdf, I found this gem, "If the kid wants to get into really sentimental, weepy, emotional territory, you let him. Just get it all down on paper because there may be something great in those six crazy pages that you would never have gotten to by more rational, grown-up means." Within this, I recognized what I meant, when over the years, I encouraged others to 'just do it', skip the semantics, proper grammar, or spelling -- the whole bunch of rules, etc just write what's 'in here' (and gesture to their head) in the immediate and write it, just puke it out on paper. Do it. As I do. "Nobody's going to ever read it." This journal entry, redundant as it is to anyone who has ever paid attention to my blogposts and think to themselves, "This sounds familiar," it is familiar. I've plugged it in before, in various forms, these past what? Six years? but who cares? Now, back to your comment, 'Teach.' What are you trying to get through to me?
The only editing I did was to later white-out the names of my ex-wife and her twin sister on Page 6, 1st paragraph, and whatever corrections in blue ink as they were indicated on the pages. Thank you for your comment.
I had started living on the farm, alone, in the fall of 1982. I had just moved in a small ratty mobile home to serve as 'momentary shelter.' Aye, t'was the same I had to eventually chainsaw out its bathroom floor and replace (still looking for that VHF tape of it, Woe) and the same one, that upon cleaning its floor ducts its whole length, (Well, that was the plan) I had to unexpectedly remove its furnace to retrieve the brick-on-a-rope cleaning 'appliance' I had invented; yeah, that mobile home. Legendary. My late cousin, Jack Davidson, from Tuff Rubber Balls, Minnesoter, ten years my senior, had been raised on now-my-farm. Being the consummate waterfowl, deer, bear and fish hunter often frequented his deer hunting land four miles south of it especially in the early fall. Little did either of us know, that that same November, he'd crash his two-seat Taylorcraft into what later became the Palmville Wildlife Management Area; and I'd roll my 1972 Toyota Land Cruiser a mile and a half south of the farm; both of us narrowly escaping with our lives.
ReplyDeleteAnd what adventures you've had! Thanks for sharing the journal entries.
ReplyDeleteYou caught fish on every cast that day, which leads me to ask about your writing process. My first drafts are what Anne Lamott refers to as shitty firsts. This?
ReplyDeleteAdmittedly, I had to google Anne Lamont to make sense of your comment here; I didn't understand what you were getting at. And, I may still be in the dark, not sure, but within this https://wrd.as.uky.edu/sites/default/files/1-Shitty%20First%20Drafts.pdf, I found this gem, "If the kid wants to get into really sentimental, weepy, emotional territory, you let him. Just get it all down on paper because there may be something great in those six crazy pages that
ReplyDeleteyou would never have gotten to by more rational, grown-up means."
Within this, I recognized what I meant, when over the years, I encouraged others to 'just do it', skip the semantics, proper grammar, or spelling -- the whole bunch of rules, etc just write what's 'in here' (and gesture to their head) in the immediate and write it, just puke it out on paper. Do it. As I do. "Nobody's going to ever read it."
This journal entry, redundant as it is to anyone who has ever paid attention to my blogposts and think to themselves, "This sounds familiar," it is familiar. I've plugged it in before, in various forms, these past what? Six years? but who cares?
Now, back to your comment, 'Teach.' What are you trying to get through to me?
My truncated way of wondering if this was was unedited. It was a good read and impressive if it was a first draft. TP
ReplyDeleteThe only editing I did was to later white-out the names of my ex-wife and her twin sister on Page 6, 1st paragraph, and whatever corrections in blue ink as they were indicated on the pages. Thank you for your comment.
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