Finding the Right Mixtures
whether we are looking for the right mixtures of words, or of people, or of talents, that takes a certain amount of insight into all of those factors.
Take for instance the right mixtures of words. Accomplished writers are able to use words which stimulate emotions, images and mix them into a delight story about, say a visit to an old person who lived on a farm when the writer was just about over, and then a small boy was sent over by his father to ask the old farmer if he could borrow his one horse for a couple of days.
His first glance of this elderly man came when he least expected it, he was walking up the elderly man's open barn door early one morning, the old man was astride the old gutter where he cows emptied their urine and big plops of cow mature and the old farmer, instead of using the old out house located down a path quite a ways from their old farm house, that was too far for him on a cold winter's morning, and besides the barn was warm, and there were amble hands of straw that he could use instead of an old Sear's catalogue, that his wife used when she went out there each morning before fixing their breakfast.
Well, the young lad, only had a glance of him, who was just finishing up, pulling up his over-all, and bringing his suspended over both shoulders, he had finished his morning routine.
So the young lad breathed a sign of relief that the elderly farmer hadn't noticed him. The young lad had been sent over by his father to see if the to ask the elderly man if he could borrow his one horse for the morning, to start to plow one-half an acre of land for their garden in the spring. He then, knowing it was safe to knock on the barn door, and wait for the old farmer to ask him who was there.
The young lad, hesitated and blurted out as quickly as he could what his father was requesting. The old farmer then opened hid barn door and looked at the young lad, and smiled a little bit, and said to him, come on into the barn, it's too cold out there to talk about this.
So the young lad slowly pushed through the slightly open barn door, and first he notices a lantern was still hanging from a small chain from one of the rafter is the ceiling, and it cast a warm glow down upon them both.
They both took a few moments to take in what they saw. "My, this little young man is skinny as a rail, and doesn't have nearly enough clothes to be out in the cold this early in the morning., maybe I should invite him inside our house, Maggie will have breakfast ready, and I am sure she would enjoy what is going on here. (Better now for her to see it, then for me to try to explain it later, she would be more likely to understand exactly what this young boy looks like, wearing not enough cloths for such a bitter winter morning).
Just as some people spend their entire lives listening to and playing music; others labor over rebuilding an engine which doesn't run anymore. Some like to read books or go to the movies and can't wait to read the next "People" magazine. Then there are some that just like words; fascinated by the sound of different words and how people speak different languages with strange sounding words just rolling off their tongues. How some people long to put together a story that becomes a best seller and then they can say, "I make my living by writing novels".
Then he begins a new book and writes about a young lad and an elderly man, but the publisher rejected it and wrote him a note saying, "I was expecting some better writing from you!" So the writer spent many years thinking about a good topic to write about and finally settled on his own desire to become a famous writer. But before he could finish the book, he suddenly died of a heart attack. His family found the manuscript and sent it off to the publisher and it became a classic work of art because the book was snatched up as soon as it came out and it made millions of dollars for the family of the writer of that book.
Later the family found more manuscripts but they left them in a drawer upstairs in an old house that caught fire and burned to the ground.
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