It’s show time!
Well, not literally.
It’s not like I’m going on stage or anything.
But then William Shakespeare did say:
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."
Hmm?
I wonder, at sixty, which act I’m in?
It still feels like I’m only…
In the bottom of the third, going into the top of the fourth.
No wait, that’s baseball.
And I digress.
The show time I’m talking about is me…
Practicing pitching…
With a few of my writer friends…
At coffee this morning.
And I’m more nervous than if I was pitching at RWA Nationals.
Why?
Because if I strike out at RWA, I can slink away, nev
But if I strike out with my friends, I’ll be seeing them for a long time.
Hmm?
On second thought…
Maybe my “pitching” is more like baseball than I thought.
I’m either going to hit a foul ball…
A base hit…
Or…
Is it possible?
Have I practiced enough?
Maybe I’ll hit a home run!
But it doesn’t matter…
Even if I whiff*…
We’re on the same team…
And…
These ladies will always…
Root, root, root…
For the home team.
Always, Em-Musing
* Whiff - a strike out or to strike out
