I'll tell a story on myself, Abby. And I hope it will be interesting, in not instructional. I decided to take the plunge and submit a few of my songs to a professional song writer, who now teaches seminars on the craft of lyric writing. I figured it was worth the money to see whether or not I had figured out how to write or not. Anyway, she got to one lyric, and said "What's this about?" Well, the lyric was about a very personal experience, but one that I have discovered is not unique to me. I gave her a vague explanation, hemmed and hawed, and tried not to really admit what the message was about. She said to me "I think you're trying to pull the wool over my eyes." Needless to say, unmasked as I was I was a little angered by this accusation. It was true and I didn't want to admit it. After cooling off a few days, I rewrote the lyric, because I knew in my heart she was right. I sang it at songwriter's circle a few weeks later, thinking that I'd test out the song on a "safe" audience. Some folks were listening, some were more interested in their coffee. But there was a group of four people sitting down front, and stage left, two men, and two women. One of the women I noticed, was really paying attention. So I thought to myself I'd sing the song as if I were singing to her alone. Now, I must tell you that the song is a rather wistful, if not a bit sad in tone. She looked at me, and when I got to the pay-off, she looked away. She got it. The title of the song is "Anna On My Mind" and is about a man who is childless. The point is: sing your song, some one will be listening, somewhere.