Last
weekend I attended a talent show that was a fundraiser for the local schools. A
middle school girl came out on stage and started to sing, not realizing that
her microphone wasn’t working. The auditorium was large, and her voice was
inaudible over the recorded accompaniment. About halfway through her song,
someone found a functional mike, and she finished her performance with poise
and grace.
It struck me that my career as an unpublished writer is much like this. I’m doing the moves, singing from my heart and trying to perfect the melody and rhythms, yet no one can hear. It’s starting to look like I’ll never get a microphone, but I’m still singing.
It struck me that my career as an unpublished writer is much like this. I’m doing the moves, singing from my heart and trying to perfect the melody and rhythms, yet no one can hear. It’s starting to look like I’ll never get a microphone, but I’m still singing.
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