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About Me — Scott Ninneman
Telling my writer's origin story as a fairytale.
Hey, y’all. My name is Scott Ninneman, and I’m thrilled you opened this story. After writing dozens of about-me posts over the years, I decided this time to tell my story as a fairytale. I hope you enjoy it. If you would rather read a more traditional story, check out my Medium About page.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy growing up in the snow-covered fields of central Wisconsin. He cried in grief as he read of the passing of a word-wise arachnid. He closed the cover of Charlotte’s Web, both devastated and awed. An exciting reality dawned in his mind. The power of words opened his eyes, and he vowed to learn to wield such power.
As he grew, caring teachers taught him unfamiliar words and the skill to brandish them. His father gave him a manual typewriter, and he taught himself to type with the loud clacking keys. He found no greater joy than pounding away on the antique device as he learned to rearrange his word collection in unique ways.
By fifth grade, his father entrusted him with an electric typewriter, the equivalent of a big-boy sword. The little boy was a god among men and used his humming friend to create family newsletters and his first book.
