Last night we enjoyed our final concert of the school year. The kindergarten class sang their hearts out to a packed auditorium.
I am always amazed at the enthusiasm such young children possess. They have shed their shyness from their preschool days and aren’t too old to be uncool yet. They sing with unabashed pride and confidence.
When they make mistakes, they keep singing. They simply pick up on the next line or the next song and don’t let the wrong note deter them from their goals.
We can learn a lot from the enthusiasm of these youngsters.
Often, we write our first novel with the mentality of a child. We write enthusiastically, letting our words fall to the paper. When we are finished, we can’t wait to show it to the world.
Novice writers often do. They forget that even a simple song needs lots of practice and a dress rehearsal. Instead of honing their skills and properly editing their work, they submit newly completed manuscripts to 100 agents, get a slew of rejections and, in a fit of frustration, age 40 years.
They become writing curmudgeons. They are disallusioned and embittered. I see it on AQ. I read it in the comments of blogs. In college, I was the recipient of a failed-writer’s anger via English 101. Thanks prof.
But what if these budding authors stayed young? What then could they do?
Exactly what you are doing, I would guess. They would sing with enthusiasm, make mistakes and tackle the next song. They would practice a hundred times and never grow tired of their favorite words. They would maintain the magical draw to writing that they felt while penning their first novel.
In short, they would be writers.
My wish for you today is to find your voice. No matter what you do; practice, practice, practice. And then sing with the enthusiasm of a kindergartener.