I am reblogging this vintage post by Charli Mills because I can. And these wise and well written words from four years ago still ring true. The starling has since molted, migrated, and morphed into an eagle, as evidenced by a more recent post, Seeking the Well.
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During NaNoWriMo* 2013, a fellow Wrimo** wrote a tweet along the lines that by 2015 every person on Twitter will have published a novel. That’s probably because writers were tweeting #NaNoWriMo and #mybook like starlings garbling in a copse of cottonwood trees. It seemed that only novelists or aspiring novelists existed in November.
As one of the starlings, I think that’s swell; I’m not alone. How terrific it is that so many people are writing. If people are writing, people are reading, and I’m of the opinion that books cement important pillars of humanity, including imagination, critical thinking and life-long learning.
However, to those standing beneath the cottonwoods, it sounds like chaos–too many starlings.
Go beyond November’s gathering of novelists and we still have busy writing tweets, many linking back to blog posts such as this touting, “Tips for Writers.” What to read? What to write? By what authority? Tweet…
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good find!
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The best find. Priceless treasure.Gifts that keep on giving. Etc.
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Ha! If only molting were not so fussy. Thanks for sharing the vintage Ranch Tips. I owe you a bacon recipe.
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And now, finally, after all the range ridin’ an’ fire settin’, I question you. Well, not you, but your word choice… “fussy”? Your molting was “fussy”? It’s yer molt, though, have it be fussy. Doesn’t matter, diggin’ the re-new-ed wings.
Got the bacon recipe ( https://carrotranch.com/2014/03/08/buffalo-chicken-and-potatoes/ ) from the way back. Thanks.
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Ha! Well, it’s fussy in that it is what it is but it can be uncomfortable to grow new wings. You can adjust the heat in the recipe if a mout on fire is not your idea of meal-time fun. As a buckaro, I forget others didn’t grow up on canned jalapeno pickles.
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