Chapter One
After I graduated from college with a degree in English back in the Mesozoic era, I wanted to be a freelance writer. Published a little here. Published a little there. Very little. Then, I discovered technology and my energy shifted. Writing fell to the wayside. Poor little fellow.
Fast forward to this semester. I am auditing an IP&T (Instructional Psychology and Technology) class. Instead of writing a research paper, the professor had us write a chapter that will go in HIS book. (It’s that academia thing of publish or perish . . .) Our sweat, our tears will help him get professorial status . . .
Which is fine by me. I have been able to combine two big interests in my life (writing and technology). I wrote a chapter on podcasting. We have a publisher and as soon as the professor edits the book and the publishing company prints it, I will have a copy in my hot little hand.
(I have also been writing technology tips for my office for the past two months. Maybe I should turn my back on fiction and embrace writing about technology . . .)
Chapter Two
Last week on the bus, I was reading a book (that wasn’t particularly well written in MHO). An elderly gentleman interrupted me. “You must have gotten straight As in school,” he said.
“Me?” I snorted. “Ha! Not at all! Why do you say that?”
“Because you are reading all the time.”
If GPAs could be based on the amount a person read, why then I guess I would have a 4.0. I added up the number of books that I have read since I started riding the bus. Thirty-one books. In seven months. Not too shabby.
The End
And with an upcoming 2 week vacation because of the holidays, I am going to live happily ever after.