The other day I was finishing The Street Lawyer. And I flipped to the back, just to see how far I had left to go. And there was John Grisham, all the way in the back, sitting on a bench in what was, no doubt, some southern setting. And the thought occurred to me, "If he can do it, why not me? He's no different from me."
Well, he is different in some ways, obviously. But the point is, people become writers all the time. Millions of people have done it. John Grisham is just one of those people. And really, if he can do it, so can I.
And that of course has me thinking about so many other things. Like jobs or dating or marriage or cars or apartments. Lately I feel about as removed from success in an area of my life as I possibly could be. Failure is a refiner's fire. But failure coupled with loneliness goes so far beyond that. And it makes me feel like all of those things, marriage, jobs, dating, cars, apartments...it seems so beyond me. It makes me feel like I am different.
But maybe I need to start seeing these things they way I saw John Grisham that day I was reading his novel. Maybe I need to start thinking, "Other people do, and so can I!"
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