I spend every free moment writing about people, places, and things. I write about hearts that are broken, and telephones that never ring. I go through each day with words floating around in my head. I put them down on paper wishing someone cared about what I just said.

I keep searching for that one great song that every singer wants to sing. That one song that would sell a million, the one that is every writer’s dream. But, it doesn’t matter how good the writer, or how great the song, there’s always someone to knock you down, and tell you it’s all wrong.

So, here I am once again, staring down the street on the music row. Just how many times I’ve walked this street, only God in heaven knows. buy generic amoxil Still, I come back every day with my heart full of songs, for this beaten path seems to be where my soul belongs.

If only one publisher would take the time he’d find songs good enough even for Patsy Cline. I’ve written songs for God himself, and for England’s merry queen, and here’s to the ones I’ve yet to write, for they’ll never kill this country writer’s dream.

Author/MzMona