I have a story to share.
Majority of my writing is done in the company of Sir Oscar, my beloved eclectus parrot. Now, he is a smart cookie. I mean really smart. We will have two-way conversations. He has even trained me to kiss on command. No, seriously. I thought I was training him, but now he’ll sit there saying “Kiss? Kiss?” over and over until I say “mwaaaaah!” He’s kind though, he tells me what a good boy I am afterward (I’m trying to teach him that I am, in fact, a girl).
Anyway, story time. Today I was trying something new; I was writing poetry, something I’ve never really done before. As usual, I read my writing aloud to my critic, Oscar. This was out conversation:
“What did you think of my poem Oscar?”
“It’s okay …”
“Oh. Well, thanks for your opinion.”
“Can I have a kiss?”
Yes. This is a true story.
No. It is not embellished in any way.
Yes. I am very lucky to have such a good friend.
So, I must now go and have another crack at writing poetry. Hopefully I can gain Oscar’s approval …