Well, does it make any sound if there’s no one there to hear it? I love the question for it is unanswerable by the mind and since my mind is often known to think too highly of itself, I use it for humbling that character.
My proverbial tree is my novel, and as I’ve ventured into the realm of social media for the purpose of having its fall heard, some days I despair about the answer.
I have written seriously for 20 years; travel articles, essays, and 3 long novels, most of which have fallen on deaf ears. But I pick up the tree again and again and let it drop, ker plumk!! There have sometimes been long months when I’ve just let it lie there forlorn, sad and abandoned.
But eventually I trip over it and pick it up once again; recommited to the responsibility to answer my favorite philosophic question yet again. The tricksy part of this dilemna is that I love to write and it’s difficult to give myself permission to write if the previous endeavor has not been adequately heard.
Therefore, in order to support my writing habit, I will project my voice out into the blogisphere and sing with all my might; sing as beautifully, as harmoniously, as joyfully as the nightengale. Not that my singing could ever compare to that glorious bird, for she is a most skilled singer, but it is a worthy goal.