[blockquote source=”Maya Angelou”]There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you[/blockquote]

“You’re always on that darned phone,” he said, half-teasing but yet still with enough of a ‘poke.’

And, never once knowing the writer in me was once again caught up in the twirling magic of words.

It’s true, you know – I am always tapping away at my keyboard. To others, it may seem such a rude offense – but, it’s just the way I have always been.

In an instant, I am captivated by the simplest of images…transfixed by the story that has yet to have been told.

At times, I believe this to be my greatest blessing…and likewise, there are times it can be just a bit of a pain. Having to break away as soon as the moment strikes, and in order to make sure those words aren’t lost to the winds.

And just as a moth to a most brilliant flame, I am lost to my thoughts once again.

Sometimes, I wonder how these words may find me – with pen always ready in hand. But, always they are here to greet me each day.

They hide amongst the snow covered trees…

In the roughness of bark against the length of a great tree…

And, sometimes in a single drop of dew upon leaves…

These words always seem to find me… begging always, “Look at me! Look at me!”

Perhaps, they’ve traveled all of this way – to find that one human spirit with the patience to tell their stories?

Either way, I am so ever grateful to help these stories find their way through.

My dears, I wanted to share with you one of my most favorite letters – written by Robert Pirosh in 1934. Robert so very much loved words, that he left everything behind… for the simple honor of being a full time storyteller.

He used his gift to pen the following letter, which he then sent to all of the major motion picture studios in Hollywood. In a few weeks, he was interviewed by MGM and offered his first job as a junior writer.

It was there that he met another lover of words – Groucho Marx.

And the rest, is history.

For me, this letter is a testimony to the power of never giving up on one’s dreams.

I hope you enjoy…much love, my most beautiful friends.

[blockquote]Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words.

May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024″[/blockquote]