I lead a chapter of Virginia Writers Club, and I try to dispense positive words in a monthly newsletter. Here is a portion of a recent one:
First, some thoughts:
Music had been playing on the radio in my kitchen for an hour or two. When I turned the dial to off, I wondered how I could listen to the radio for an hour or two and never hear a pretty song. I mean, a really pretty song.
More than once, when watching the American Idol TV show, I asked the one sitting next to me, "Why can't somebody sing a pretty song?" The lyrics were often repetitive and meaningless.
I mentioned this musical disappointment to a friend, and as I lamented, the thought occurred to me that maybe all the pretty songs had already been written. Could that be possible? Are all the pretty songs already written? I shudder to think it is true, just as I shudder at the notion that all the good books are already written, but a newsletter writer I subscribe to suggested that revelation. He stated there is nothing new to say and everything has already been said.
