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  • I've recently become aware of the fact that I am very much addicted to cheese. While I do enjoy cheddar, provolone, and (Wisconsin Food: Deep Fried Cheese Curds), the cheese that I am referring to is far more savory. That is, cheesy writing. I'll break down my addiction into what I have found to be the most dominant and relevant factors and their influence on my life. I also do hope to turn around the negative connotation of "cheesy" to show it for the sublime art that it is.

    What I Read: I'm quite drawn to bright, colorful photographs that head stories with bright, colorful titles. When I search the newest Cowbird stories, I find myself pulled into the happy squares, seeking to come along with the author on their wonderful adventure, looking forward to the day, too, that I'll be able to travel to Finland, pet a cute dog, have a strange, wonderful encounter. I connect these stories to the events in my life and am amazed at how similar yet different they may be. Was it possible that, out there, somewhere, there was someone else with such a level of sane insanity?

    What I Write: I've long realized that my writing leans on the sarcastic, cheese-in-a-can side, which I admit that I very much enjoy. I at times wonder how people manage to follow, but glad to see plenty of Cowbirds seeing similar things. Who is a story really for? Did F. Scott need to write himself a tragic love story? I have started to see stories as a way to share our own personalities and experiences with others, perhaps as a way to reaffirm the fact that what we do can tell us who we are? It is my hope that my humble record will either help you cut your self free or keep you tethered, which is wholly dependent on your goals.

    What I See: I chose this photograph to go along with this as it seems to be an ideal way to explain my thoughts on what I see. I'm always taken in by impressive things (aren't we all?) yet cannot shake the sense that there is even more to be seen, more to know, more to look at and explore. The world refuses to stop growing in my mind; every footstep forward a foot more of the world appears before me. I doubt it will ever end.

    I am a servant of my eyes and the thrall of my keyboard and pen.

    (Tags in this story are some of the wonderful authors I have linked to and whose writing I have to thank for helping me better understand the world in a delightful way. I highly encourage that you read their work.)
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