Trust me, you never want to hear me singing. The phrase ‘can’t carry a tune in a bucket applies.’ While I love music, the only time I allow myself to sing and dance is while I do my chores. I have a strict prerequisite of an empty house, and the volume cranked to ear-splitting decibels. I accomplish my work at a breakneck pace and creativity spurs me to return to my desk.
My real joy is composing as I listen to my favorite tunes. The rhythms keep words flowing and my fingers typing. It is very productive and dreamy. Though in my daydreams, instead of riding on a garbage truck, I prefer flying through town on a fire engine destined to save a cat from a tree.
Does your writing let your voice sing?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer