If I Can Help Just One Person with My Novel, I Will Have Succeeded
Deep thoughts on a beach
Most of the "Writing Tips" articles I read on Medium, end with the advice that my writing should offer something to the reader that will help them in their life.
This idea caused me to hit the "pause button" big time yesterday. I decided, before I go any further, I need to assess just where my novel based on biographical information is going.
Am I Just Navel Gazing?
Yesterday I found myself writing a long paragraph about a very important moment in my life, and it occurred to me that what seemed so important to me, might not be as important to anybody else.
I caught myself, and I grabbed myself by the scruff the neck and I said (to myself):
"Listen Self! Is this really important to anybody else (besides myself)?"
My Eureka Moment!
I took a long walk (by myself) on the beach today, while my son was at soccer practice. It was somewhat distracting that my sunglasses kept fogging up because of my mask. But as I walked through the thousands of college kids, pressed close together, high-fiving each other, and singing loud and drinking out of each other's cups, I heard a voice in my head:
"If my book can help just one person out there, I will have succeeded!"
This is My Truth
The moment that I was writing about yesterday, was the time that my father forced us to change lanes while we were stuck in a long line of cars trying to cross the U.S. Border from Mexico. After we changed lanes, the old lane we were in started moving fast, and the car that was behind us got across the border almost a half-hour faster than us. I'll never forget that.
Feel My Pain
If there is one other person out there like me, who ever experienced things like these- I want to let them know, they are not alone:
If your "best friend" told you the road was clear for you to ride your bike out of a blind driveway, and then you got hit by a car;
And if it was the first day of summer, and you had to wear a leg cast for like 11 weeks, and the car was a Lincoln Continental (the biggest car ever produced); and
If you were the only boy in your whole elementary school who dressed up for Bicentennial Day in 1976, in a full Minuteman outfit made by your Grandma, complete with neck and wrist kerchiefs;
And they made you stand on a chair at a school assembly, so that everyone could get a really good look at you;
Or if you still walk around angry that the San Diego Clippers basketball team moved to Los Angeles;
If any of these things happened to you, I think my book will help you.
Smooth Sailing From Now On
When I got back to my desk tonight it was with a new sense of passion and purpose. I opened the laptop and hit the "This is Chuck Mangione" playlist on my Spotify heavy rotation list. I told my wife Tracy:
"I'll be up late tonight Tracy. I've got a lot of unpacking to do. And a lot of people to help."
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