Do you remember the time when you realized that tapping or clapping or snapping had little to no tone change? You know. You have a song in head and with each tap you imagine so wholeheartedly the tune's tones, that the taps, out of courtesy, transcend rhythm and become the song--to you. Do you remember the time you realized that it was only for you they transcended? And unless your company shared the same song in heart or head, the tapping was meaningless beyond "tap, tap, tap." The clapping was meaningless beyond "clap, clap, clap."
I'm not sure writers realize this. I'm not sure they should. For it is a sad realization, a sad step on, knowing the reader, in their heart and head, can hear only "tap, tap, tap."
Yes I've been rejected again (x2) March on!
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