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  • It's amazing to me what joy and pleasure I feel when I get into the groove of writing. Off with the phone. Give me a laptop with lots of memory, a smooth working keyboard nice glass of heavily iced water with lots of lemons and a perfectly dressed cheese board, and I am good to go. Ahhh, yes, come to me now all you prepositions, nouns and verbs, especially you, pompous adjectives whom I dearly love. I will not worry about how many modifiers I left dangling demanding that I quickly go into edit mode. I shall make delicious stories out of every one of you.
    At times I feel like my body is going to explode and instead of intestines bursting out flinging through the air all you'll see are a bazillion words being carried off by the wind! But, I have to tell you that nothing gives me more pleasure than reading others people's stories. What the imagination can see is extraordinary. What the heart and soul yearn to convey is magnificent.
    I have laughed, and I have cried in reading Cowbird stories. The more I write or read your stories, the more I feel like my veins are crying out, feed me, feed me must have more words.
    Yes, we that are story tellers write sometimes not so much for others but for our own sake of conveying our thoughts.
    We are all born with the love of storytelling and are gifted at different levels. But nevertheless, we all have a genuine love for the words to come flying across the page to convey a thought, a memory, or a profound account of our life or someone elses life. When an idea manifests itself, we are at the mercy of our thoughts because there is no escaping the passion we feel whether we are amateurs or professionals. Days, weeks or months may pass for some of us without at least partially fulfilling our commitment to our calling, but sooner or later our imagination will consume us and there is nowhere to hide. Our thoughts will be handcuffed to the keyboard paying no mind to the dreaded word count in some cases.
    As some of my Cowbird mentors have shared with me, Stories are all around. They may be in our past or inches away from us and many are part of our dreams and goals. There are times when I make an entry in my cheesy Five Star spiral journal and I can feel my heartrate starting to race as the words build upon each other eager to divulge their meaning as they begin to blossom.
    Here's to you Mentors, I hope to meet you someday. Long live the Cow that carries the Bird.
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