I had a friend who was very much into birding. Terrie was into other things too - she was a nature writer, a musician, a para-legal - so many things. You will note the use of the past tense here - she passed onto a better plane of existence a year and a half ago, but I know her spirit lives on.
How do I know this? Because those of us she touched are much more aware of our natural surroundings. Before I met Terrie, I knew about birds - but not much more than the basics. They were feathered creatures who nested in the trees and left messes on my cars. But thanks to Terrie, I know so much more now. I put out feeders with specific seeds to entice specific birds and we watch them as they enjoy their repast. They bring color and life to our little backyard.
I am also more aware of what goes on outside my window. Thanks to Terrie's life, I have become more observant - and that makes me a better writer. I can add more detail to my writing because I see more detail. And not just in nature. I have learned to be more observant overall.
So Thank you, Terrie, for helping me become a better writer.
Today's thought: "I suppose most editors are failed writers - but so are most writers." - T.S. Eliot
Today's teaser: You wake up one morning, same as usual, and look around. You're in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange city with no memory of how you got there. What happened?