Though I once made “a joyful noise” in my father’s revival meetings, you can see here just how uncomfortable I’ve become with singing aloud.
If our eyes are indeed the windows to our soul, I’ve drawn opaque curtains across mine. On-stage or offstage, didn’t matter; my singing voice was locked inside.
But oh happy day, that’s all in the past. Coming very soon, my follow up to The Caged Bird Sings.
Interesting comment about your eyes. THat’s how I picture one of my characters reacting when she wants to hide.
People’s eyes say plenty, even when they are otherwise silent.
I’m getting caught up with your posts. (I was on vacation in February).
Sounds like this will have a much happier ending…
It sure does, even if it was a long time in coming! 🙂
Hope your vacation was restful, restorative, and FUN!
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