I’m an American Idol fan. If I had to trade writing in for something else, it would be singing. It just amazes me that something so beautiful and goose-bump inducing can come out of someone’s mouth.
Don’t get me wrong. I. Cannot. Sing.
Confession: I sing made up songs to my dog. But, don’t tell anybody. I’d be too embarrassed.
One of the contestants said something that struck me last night. He did a pretty good job singing and during his ramblings after the song, he said, singing was like on his skin. I so can understand that. I understood the tears that made their way out as he spoke those words too. That’s how writing is for me.
Here puppy, puppy. Time for your nightly song … No, no. Don’t run! Here boy …