Every Tuesday night at eight o’clock, I’m glued to the TV watching American Idol. Five contestants remain. Although I admire them all and think all of them have great voices—both my husband and I find we anticipate the performance of one. Adam Lambert.
It’s not that I’m particularly fond of his black painted nails or his sometimes unique style of hair.
Each week, I wait for the show he puts on. He was accused of being abit theatrical last night but it is that type of act that draws his band of large followers.
I want to be entertained. The audience wants to be entertained.
I wonder what he'll do next with his creativity.
I feel that same way about some of my favorite authors. When I hear Jodi Pecoult has a new book out, I can’t wait to see what she’s done with her newest plot. What turn or twist will she take me on as the story develops?
And so it is with my writing. My reader demands a worthy performance. They want to anticipate another book from us when they finish this one.
I’m not sure I’ve done that with my first writing attempts. And now I’m worried if this one is doing enough of that too.
Do I want to succeed badly enough to dig deep and give the performance of my life?