It's that time of the year

From every corner of America. From every walk of life.

(Any clue yet?)

All professions. Hundreds. Thousands. All who think they are…

the next American Idol NYT Best Seller.

I love watching American Idol. The personal stories. The heartbreak. The emotion. Watching people change and grow as they pursue their dreams. (kind of like reading a good book)

Isn’t that what we are all doing? Chasing dreams?

Even if you are not a writer. You may be a photographer. Or a potter. Or a business owner. Or a mom. Or a dad. We can relate to the singers (okay, maybe not all of them) in their struggle to do what they love to do.

But let’s be honest. If we are watching with a writer’s eye, we might start biting our nails or pacing the floor. Where are we on the journey?  Are we the one with natural talent? The one who really thinks we’re great because our friends, family, and other writers have told us so? Or the one who is…forgettable. (What a horrible horrible word.)

The auditions to make it to Hollywood are like one humongous slush pile. And while these auditions are going on, I’m going to be thinking about the infamous writer slush pile.

Most importantly?

What I can learn from it.

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