Greenwolf103
01-11-2005, 11:28 AM
It seems that the Fates tend to guide what I do/see/experience in life. I'm constantly reminded of this in many ways, but moreso this week, since I happen to read something right after or during the time I'm writing something (I just wrote an article about goals and now EVERYTHING is turning up "goals").
This week, this happened to me in an interesting way.
Our own Frank Baron (aka eraser) has a column that goes out every week. And even though I'm behind on catching up with them (sorry, Frank), I did happen to read the one he sent out last week. And while I plan to write about this in my blog on Friday, I think I need to comment on it here.
As I read Frank's column, where he talked about reading old news long after it's happened (and I could only nod my head, as I've done the same thing), I happened to learn, thanks to this column, that singer Laura Branigan passed away last year. And this really hit me on a personal note, because her song Gloria helped inspire one of my unfinished novels (well, it's still going through the revision stages). Interestingly enough, it's got a character in there named Frank -- but that's for a whole 'nother thread.
As I wrote the first draft of this novel, I kept wondering how Ms. Branigan would react knowing her song played a part in the creation of my story. I even put the song in there. Twice. Not words, mind you. Just the song playing. It has meaning to my main character. And it had meaning to me. I often pictured her smiling once she saw her song in this book.
But now she won't get to read this book, if it ever gets published. (Hey, I'm hopeful. But who knows, right?) I firmly believe in the afterlife. And I know that, in some way, she'll learn of how much her song meant to one unknown writer in the world. How many times it was played -- often with high volume, I might add, since my hearing aid prevented me from hearing too well -- and how much of it really eerily reflected on one part of my life.
Part of me feels like I have let Ms. Branigan down. Because I never finished the final draft of this book or got it published somewhere, so that she could read it while still alive. But maybe, just maybe, there will yet be a happy ending to this story. Maybe, by some miracle, the story will get published. Then she can learn of it from the Great Beyond and still have that smile on her face I always hoped to see.
It's a nice thought...
This week, this happened to me in an interesting way.
Our own Frank Baron (aka eraser) has a column that goes out every week. And even though I'm behind on catching up with them (sorry, Frank), I did happen to read the one he sent out last week. And while I plan to write about this in my blog on Friday, I think I need to comment on it here.
As I read Frank's column, where he talked about reading old news long after it's happened (and I could only nod my head, as I've done the same thing), I happened to learn, thanks to this column, that singer Laura Branigan passed away last year. And this really hit me on a personal note, because her song Gloria helped inspire one of my unfinished novels (well, it's still going through the revision stages). Interestingly enough, it's got a character in there named Frank -- but that's for a whole 'nother thread.
As I wrote the first draft of this novel, I kept wondering how Ms. Branigan would react knowing her song played a part in the creation of my story. I even put the song in there. Twice. Not words, mind you. Just the song playing. It has meaning to my main character. And it had meaning to me. I often pictured her smiling once she saw her song in this book.
But now she won't get to read this book, if it ever gets published. (Hey, I'm hopeful. But who knows, right?) I firmly believe in the afterlife. And I know that, in some way, she'll learn of how much her song meant to one unknown writer in the world. How many times it was played -- often with high volume, I might add, since my hearing aid prevented me from hearing too well -- and how much of it really eerily reflected on one part of my life.
Part of me feels like I have let Ms. Branigan down. Because I never finished the final draft of this book or got it published somewhere, so that she could read it while still alive. But maybe, just maybe, there will yet be a happy ending to this story. Maybe, by some miracle, the story will get published. Then she can learn of it from the Great Beyond and still have that smile on her face I always hoped to see.
It's a nice thought...