A few days after that singing fiasco, I was talking to someone and they advised, even though you may not be able to sing, there are other ways of gettting your songs out there.
I ws intrigued, even though the dream of standing on stage in front of thousands of people cheering and singing along had evaporated, the dream of making a possible living out of songs had taken a different turn.
Asking a guy named "Phil" at my local music shop what I could do, he told me that there was a recording studio right there in South Taranaki, under the shadow of the mountain.
Still with my ten sets of lyrics in tact, I made the call and explained my situation, and booked some studio time for the next week.
Finally I thought maybe this is a step in the direction I'm meant to be taking?
