Let Me Tell You A Story
It is difficult for me to think of a world without electric, but not so for my late uncle.
My uncle told me once that when he was a wee lad back home in Ireland there was great excitement 
in the village where he lived because of the ‘rural lectric’, that’s what it was called. I suppose it would be ‘rural electrification’. But the ‘lectric’ was coming and the place was abuzz!
Anyway the guys from the nearby town would tell the country guys that the poles were coming down the main road and then, after a while, the man from the creamery said they were coming in the side road, and each week the folk in the country got further word that the great days were coming.
Now my uncle had spent a number of months working in Dublin and had seen radios that were plugged in and electric switches and hot water and, Wow he kept telling his neighbours this was going to be heaven.
He went on to tell me that there was this elderly couple who lived near him, and they decided, as quite a few did, not to sign up for the electric and take all the advantages that it could offer, even though the wires passed by their front door, they decided to stick with the candle and the oil lamp
The moral of this story is quite simple. If you want to be a writer, you’ve got to write - you’ve got to sign up for the ‘lectric,’ and all that it entails.
