I'm a fan. There, I said it. I loved Simon--I didn't think the show would survive without his brutal honesty. But, you know what? Who knew Steven Tyler (who, by the way, I saw in concert in 1988 with Aerosmith--that doesn't date me too much, does it?) would be so warm and fuzzy. And nice. But honest. I love J.Lo. And Randy.
But really, do they have to tell the kids "your journey ends here"? Seriously, the journey is just beginning for some of these singers even if they're not moving forward. Granted some of the early contestants won't be pop stars. They should sing to their kids or in the shower and move on.
It's great the way they've been telling some of the contestants who are going home to keep singing. And to come back again next year. But every single time they said "your journey ends here" last night I cringed. Because there are so many times that I could have stopped writing. With every rejection, I could have thought "my journey ends here."
With a picture book contract in my pocket and some exciting new nonfiction freelance work, I'm feeling like my journey is just beginning. I couldn't have predicted the direction my writing career would take a few years ago. And I know there is more to come.
My advice today for aspiring authors (or anyone aspiring to do anything)--don't let anyone tell you your journey ends here. There might be a twist in the road that you haven't anticipated, but the journey isn't over until YOU say it's over.
Now seriously, any predictions for AI winners? I'm going with Jacob Lusk or Casey Abrams.