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  • I write for at least three hours a day.
    I free-write for at least 750 words (and up to double that) as a warm up, before the ‘actual’ writing takes place.
    I write from memories. Childhood. Relationships. Places. Jobs. Rejections. Failures. Some of the amazing people I have met and awesome experiences life has presented.

    There are so many things I never knew about myself until I start writing about it.
    [A good example is how 3 days ago when I was writing, I remembered (having completely forgotten) when I was five and my brother was seven we used to go in to the garage and sniff the petrol in the lawn mower. We loved the smell of it and once I remember falling over when i went to stand up- because I was dizzy. Is it wrong that I find it amusing that I was pretty much stoned at 5?]

    My sister thinks I grew up in a different family to her because she doesn’t remember things the way I do.
    Maybe it’s because we grew up in the same house but being in different rooms, looking out different windows?
    Every experience experienced, and place visited, and person slept with; have a smell and a color and a taste. They have shape and form. They have commonly shared in helping me be who I am today; nice and not nice.
    That also make me wonder if I have a color and a smell and taste to someone. I wonder who I might have had some impact on, without knowing?

    People we don’t know have so much to teach us.
    I find people I don’t know, inspiring.
    This is what I have found on CowBird. An example was how I was moved when I read this story by Tori Breitling. It made me stop and think.

    It feels right for me to share the human experience with others. It’s of no concern to me that those who read are random strangers.

    It’s a gift to give and receive also.

    If you are reading this, Thank you of sharing in my experience.

    If you are sharing your intimate stories, thank you also for helping shape my experience. 

    [The picture is my brother (left) and me in 1976, the year I unknowingly lost my drug virginity. I looked quite happy before the drugs methinks!]
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