by Kris Kahrs
Lawrence before Valerianus |
The proceedings on this night, are as supposed: with a friend or friends, grab a blanket, bottle of Barolo and comestibles, search the sky for stelle cadenti (falling stars) and say:
“Stella,
mia bella Stella,
desidero che…”
“Star,
my beautiful star,
I wish that…”
I hold no claims to precognizance when I say that I know what the wishes of the unpublished will be.
“Please let my manuscript get picked up at the next Writer’s Conference.”
“I hope that kids l-o-v-e my Middle Grade story.”
“I need a killer plot twist for my Young Adult novel.”
“If I can just write the next vampire-zombie teen romance….”
“If I can just stay afloat till I sell my manuscript….”
“If I can stay awake tonight, I can turn out 20 more pages…..”
If.
If.
If.
This year, I will wish for enough shooting stars, one for every unpublished writer that looks up.
I wish I may,
ReplyDeleteI wish I might,
I wish I had chocolate ice cream tonight.
Anonymous
Thanks Kris. If there is one this I love, it is a good wish! If I only get one, I may go for the TV series instead of the book. If I get three (a traditional fairy tale number)... Well that's a whole nother story
ReplyDeleteHmmm, that's quite a leap for the poor saint to go from roasting on a gridiron to being a shooting star. I wish--as I try not to think of San Lorenzo while I grill my burgers and wonder why the Vatican didn't spring for his release--that every writer here will fly off the grill and become a star (if you aren't one already).
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