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CERULUNE by © peachcoloring

IN THE TELLING © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ==================== I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

That morning at Pearl Harbor, Watching the attack, Great-granddad ran down to the docks, Never looking back. Great-grandma started cooking, Feeding sailors as they came, Saying where they’d seen her husband; And maybe just their name.

When Neil took that first small step, For one as well as all, Daddy got to see it, ‘Cause he answered grand-mom’s call. Running from the back yard, With his brother by his side, They sat before that black-and-white, Eyes and mouth opened wide.

I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

The winning play at homecoming, The wreck on Corinth Road, The girl that broke a thousand hearts, The yard all of them had mowed. Fireworks and fireflies, Watermelon by the pool; That bull that broke the lower fence, Making them all look like fools.

I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

Good old dogs, beat up old cars, Honky-tonk heroes, long closed up bars; Laughing at sunset, underneath the stars. Tales for the harvesting, complete with all the scars.

Yeah, I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

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What does cupiosexual mean?

Cupiosexuality is on the asexuality spectrum. asexual people don’t experience sexual attraction.

Cupiosexual describes asexual people who still want to engage  in sexual behaviour or in a sexual relationship.

(image shows several groups of interlocking gender symbols coloured with the cupiosexual flag colours excluding white (the colours are pink, purple, and grey))

cupiosexual people can have any romantic orientation.

Liz’s Free 10-Step Writing School by Elizabeth Gilbert

Tell your story TO someone. Pick one person you love or admire or want to connect with, and write the whole thing directly to them —like you’re writing a letter. This will bring forth your natural voice. Whatever you do, do NOT write to a demographic. Ugh.

Start at the beginning of the story, write what happened, and keep going until you get to the end.

Use radically simple sentences.

Don’t worry if it’s good; just finish it. Whether or not your project is good, you’ll be a different person at the end of it, and that’s always worth doing.

Don’t write with the aim of changing anybody’s life. That will lead to heavy, irritating prose. Just share what delights or enrages or fascinates you. If somebody’s life is changed by it, that’s a bonus.

Whenever you can, tell stories instead of explaining stuff. Humans love stories, and we hate having stuff explained to us. Use Jesus as an example: He spoke almost exclusively in parables, and allowed everybody to draw their own lessons from his great storytelling. And he did very well.

Your work doesn’t have to be any particular length, or written for any particular market. It doesn’t have to even be seen by another human being. How and if to publish your work is a problem for another day. For today, just write.

Remember that you’ve been doing research your whole life, merely by existing. You are the only expert in your own experience. Embrace this as your supreme qualification.

Every writer starts in the same place on Day One: Super excited, and ready for greatness. On Day Two, every writer looks at what she wrote on Day One and hates herself. What separates working writers from non-working writers is that working writers return to their task on Day Three. What gets you there is not pride but mercy. Show yourself forgiveness, for not being good enough. Then keep going.