Some called him a storyteller, while others said he was a little outside the box. Whatever he was called, he did have a way with words, and he lived to write them down.
It all starts with a thought, a scent, maybe a song, and then his mind and heart take over. Like paring a fine wine with a tasteful dish, he carefully savors every word and begins to write.
There are times when hundreds of words attack his brain all at once, and it takes everything he has to capture them, arrange them in a sentence, a chapter, and the final product.
He often wonders when the words will stop and hopes he's one of the few who retains his memories and creativity until the moment of death when the final chapter is written, and everything stops or does it?
Mike 2024
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