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  • I don’t remember how it started.

    That’s a lie.

    I do remember. I dabbled a bit, three or four times over a couple of years. A friend had invited me, but I wasn’t committed. I flaked. That changed in 2005 with another's invitation and found myself hooked.

    Unfortunately, tempers flared and words flew. After a few months, I sought my own path, and somehow, the lark started so casually turned into a steady, reliable relationship. Days turned into weeks, months and years, and this morning, I woke to find I’d been writing and posting to a blog almost daily for more than seven years. Thousands of posts. Thousands of stories of my own life. When I am old and my memory faded, I will be able to look back and see the person I was. I am. Right now.

    My blog has been a strangely integral part of my life. I’ve written from each of seven continents as well as from my living room, from buses and street corners. It’s been a faithful, if somewhat staid, companion. Steadfast. Staunch.

    A year ago, though, something far sexier fluttered into my life and this strange little bird captured my attention in a way the blog never had. It came without rules or restrictions, evolving even as I was, as we were, as writers, and I realized I could give my soul to Cowbird, writing in a whole different way.

    Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. I could try again and a whole worldwide range of writers, people who loved words and images would be there to catch the thoughts that emerged, tumbling and falling.

    In the year since we met, this Cowbird and I, I have read thousands of stories and grown to know dozens of strangers, their thoughts and words. I have written a few of my own and been inspired to fulfill my dream of writing a piece for National Geographic. It was published over the summer. I have dared to dream bigger and written about 60,000 words toward a novel.

    I remain committed to my friend of old, writing daily in the blog, but I love this mistress I have taken, this lover, this strange little Cowbird, and the fact that it has opened my eyes.
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