Two writers exist in my head.

One lives to compose songs, stories, even poetry on emotion-dumping occasions.

The other works to persuade, to detail, to analyze.

The first is the storytellerof my childhood. As a youth growing up in rural Texas I had little use for technical writing. That changed during my junior year in high school, when I discovered I had a knack for exposition, particularly the persuasive variety. So much so that my English teacher at the time wound up holdinga grudge agains...