Me on Writing

Me on Writing: I write my way in… and I write my way out, gallivanting all about with pedantic prose. Or at least that’s what I would like you and everyone to think. The undercurrent of truth starts with me being saddled with a condition that’s not all that uncommon these days. But back when I was in my most informative years, my learning disability was simply diagnosed as “this poor child is dumb.” At the time, not too many people were kind enough to use the phrase, “the child has an addled brain.” Which I probably would not have understood what that meant, but so be it.

What was this mysterious condition that plagued me as a boy? Well, now there is a clinical word to describe it. The popular term today is dyslexia. At the time, no one really understood learning disabilities. This dyslexia stuff seriously impacted my ability to spell. Which, of course, made writing a real challenge. My thoughts and ideas were good, but with poor spelling and bouts of confusion, no one could accept there was anything worthwhile coming out of this constantly perceived dumb kid.

Fast-forward a few bunches of years, I still can’t spell very well, but technology came to the rescue. Is the stigma of not being very smart still reside in me? Sometimes. But ultimately I fervently believed that it made me become more clever in the way I shared my thoughts and ideas. I’m a good talker. But if someone asks me to write my…