The Lovely Linda
My freshman year of high school I took Spanish I. My spanish teacher, Señorita Miller, required us each to pick a spanish name we would be called by during her class. I chose Karina because it was the closest Spanish name to my actual name. My sophomore year I took Spanish II with the same teacher and she gave us the option to keep the same name we’d used the year before or to pick a new spanish name. I quickly changed my spanish name to Linda. In Spanish it is pronounced “Lean-da” and means “beautiful, pretty or cute”. Perhaps my teacher thought I was overly self-confident or vain but I was secretly wishing I was Paul’s lovely Linda.
Fan Fiction
The term “fan fiction” is used to describe stories about characters/settings written by fans of the original work, such as television shows, movies, and books. The term has been around since the late 60s but it wasn’t until people started posting fan fiction on the world wide web that I connected that term with the writing I’d done back in high school. Computers were around back in the late 80s and I’d even used one or two at school but it would be at least another 5-10 years before PCs became a common household item. So I wrote my fan fiction by hand on notebook paper. Over the course of 4 years I wrote 34 Beatles related stories. Some were only a few pages long, an idea that fizzled out quickly, while others destroyed at least one or two trees, the longest one clocking in at 140 pages. Only 3 or 4 of the 34 stories are complete. It was always easier to come up with new ideas than it was to stick with one until the end. I still struggle with the same problem today with my writing. I haven’t written any Beatles fan fiction since high school. My senior year I began writing MacGyver fan fiction. In college I left fan fiction behind as I began to create my own stories. Although, I will admit, lately I’ve been mulling over the possibility of writing some Benedict Cumberbatch fan fiction.
Typewriter Love
When I started college in the Fall of 1991 my Dad bought me an electric typewriter. I was so excited! I felt like a real writer as I pounded away on those keys, typing up English, History, and Psychology papers. I burned through quite a few typewriter ribbons and even more rolls of corrector tape, as I listened to the comforting hum of the typewriter motor. Even with the typewriter, I continued to write new stories by hand. I made too many typing errors and made too many changes when writing to feel productive writing them on the typewriter. I did begin typing up copies of the stories I had already written as a way to practice my typing. I also apparently used the typewriter to daydream about Paul.
In 1993 my Dad bought our first family computer and gradually the typewriter began to collect dust. I haven’t hand-written a story since 2000.