There is a weight to a written word. A permanency that ink on paper allows. One which the spoken word can’t hold on too.
That’s why for as long as man has been walking around there has been drawn and written descriptions of life. A record of our time on earth.
So it’s with great delight that I record here that I will have a published article. Now I hit publish on word press regularly so my written word is in public space. What makes this feel like kind of a big deal is that it turns out I’m getting paid. Seriously!
No I’m not going to quit my day job and pursue this full-time but it does have a nice feel to it. I’ve been paid several times for speaking engagements but never for my written word. I have been scribbling musings for my adult life and it has come to this. I know, in the big world picture, it means not a hill of beans but none the less I feel proud.
The story, which will run in the Western Producer on April 27, is a short version of the Ripple Effect of War. This is highly ironic because during the second world war there was an article in there requesting families to open their homes to children from the British Empire that were being evacuated from the British Isles. The story has come full circle.
I’m certainly not all clean, clear and concise. I don’t always follow the rules about how to write but the words come straight from my heart. Thanks for stopping in to read here in my own little space but also feel free to check it out on the news stand. Now where the heck does one find a Western Producer these days?