The group felt different last night. Not good, not bad. Just odd. More than anything, though, I was impressed with us. I think we may have come a little closer to figuring out just what the problem is. Besides not being motivated, that is. Barbara, your idea of actually telling a story that you've been working on is brilliant.
Write about a conversation: They lay in each other's arms, staring at the ceiling. She had been telling him a story she'd heard many times from her father's grandfather. It was about the Third Paladin and his fateful meeting with the Grand Meuzin. The Grand Meuzin had agreed to the conversation after years of entreaty by the Third Paladin. They met in the Golden Palace, in the Hall of Wonders. She described to him the exotic beauty of the place, the pools and the lush roof gardens. The Grand Muezin came alone, as did the Third Paladin. The Third Paladin had spoken first, offering a long and heartfelt welcome. About halfway through the welcome the Grand Meuzin had interrupted, not rudely but with concern in his voice. The Third Paladin listened, and soon decided that the Meuzin was making sport of him. When the Meuzin finished speaking, the Grand Paladin thanked him for the meeting, stood up and walked away. He never looked back. The Third Meuzin watched him go. In this way, the Meuzin saved the lives of twenty thousand.
Bob ;-)
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