2007 – Grounds at The Hermitage in Hermitage, Tennessee
Yesterday, I was talking about how sad I was that my late partner and I did not have the chance to take some journeys together. There were places I’d traveled that I wanted to show him and places he’d traveled that he wanted to show me. In addition, there were places neither of us had been that we wanted to experience as new adventures with each other.
We were able to go on a number of trips. The most exciting ones were to Las Vegas and Nashville. The best ones were weekend jaunts within a few hours of our home base. The perfect ones were the ones we were planning but had yet to take. Boston was at the top of our list of shared journeys we looked forward to taking.
Do we walk every journey in solitude? Even with someone sharing the adventure, do we ultimately move toward our destinations alone?
A close one brought up a point yesterday when I was feeling blue. Her conclusion was that, even beyond describing the places to others, we are the result of all the places we’ve been and those who aren’t with us on these journeys can experience them through us.
It was a lot to take in. My summation is I carry those I love with me, no matter where I go, no matter when and no matter who is with me. People who have been present for part of my journey are present for all of it, even if they are not with me in physical form.
The same is true with writing. The stories I tell are journeys and I travel with those who read what I’ve written. I want to take the reader to places I’ve been and to places I will only dream of visiting. Experiencing these destinations through writing has opened up my own world and the best compliment from a reader is that it has opened up their world, too.
One of my favorite quotes is “The journey is more important than the destination.” How many times have you read a book and when you come to the last page, you don’t want it to end? The journey you take when you immerse yourself in a world another has created for you is oftentimes more satisfying than the end.
With certain books I’ve read, in my mind I ask the same question at the end: what happens next? Sometimes the author will continue the story with another book. Sometimes I have to continue the story’s adventure on my own. I never want the journeys of my favorite books to end.
I am guilty of delaying some of my own writing adventures. Although writing is my lifelong voyage, the “False” trilogy I’ve worked on is one shy of the trio. Right now, it’s the “False” duo. Life happened and the journey I’ve been on for the past two years pushed the final book of my trilogy on an unforeseen hiatus. One day, though, one day.
The journey continues . . .
Current enthusiasm is sharpening intangible knives and co-authoring at Rubicon Ranch