Friday, March 25, 2011
Could It Be?Yes, It Could...
It seems that one of the essays I've sent out , just a few days ago, has attracted some interest and I've been told it will be published in the April issue of The Marina Times, here in San Francisco. The Editor, the generous-spirited and cordial Cindy Beckman, emailed me shortly after she read it (it's called My Deal With Buddha: Getting the Piano to the 2nd Floor),told me she thought it was "fun", and she thought she'd have room in her April issue to print it. Would I please send her some bio info for the end tag spot. Yes, you betcha!
It feels like a dream to me. Almost as good as it felt to be nominated for a Tony Award back in 1985. Now, why is that? Truly, I feel such elation at this kindly reception, this chance I have for the first time to be published by people I don't know (except for an odd poem or two way back when, in such obscure poetry journals that I think they have long breathed their last, bless them). And I am floating on a small cloud of accomplishment that feels very pink, indeed.
Why?
Because I have always loved to write - have loved it far more than I have ever loved performing (isn't that odd?) - and only recently have I decided to devote this part of my life to writing, and here is someone saying "yes" to this decision I've made. It's a small "yes" , comparatively - but in a city with the brain-power and worldliness of San Francisco, where so much good writing is going on, and where so many marvelous literary people live and have lived - such a small "yes" is a good quality "yes", at least in my way of thinking , and that is a fine thing.
My heart is filled with the joy of this small, meaningful "yes"....and I am grateful.
It feels like a dream to me. Almost as good as it felt to be nominated for a Tony Award back in 1985. Now, why is that? Truly, I feel such elation at this kindly reception, this chance I have for the first time to be published by people I don't know (except for an odd poem or two way back when, in such obscure poetry journals that I think they have long breathed their last, bless them). And I am floating on a small cloud of accomplishment that feels very pink, indeed.
Why?
Because I have always loved to write - have loved it far more than I have ever loved performing (isn't that odd?) - and only recently have I decided to devote this part of my life to writing, and here is someone saying "yes" to this decision I've made. It's a small "yes" , comparatively - but in a city with the brain-power and worldliness of San Francisco, where so much good writing is going on, and where so many marvelous literary people live and have lived - such a small "yes" is a good quality "yes", at least in my way of thinking , and that is a fine thing.
My heart is filled with the joy of this small, meaningful "yes"....and I am grateful.
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