Live each year as if it were a novel in your life.
January 1, 2016
Caleb Pirtle III
FOR A LONG TIME, I believed that end of each year was like the end of each chapter in the book of our lives.
I don’t believe that anymore.
Take a look at the novels you have read.
There is a basic plot.
There is a basic set of characters who work their way in and out of scenes throughout the book.
Some hang around.
But we definitely know who the characters are.
If life were the single book, I would have already forgotten most of the characters.
They were important for a while.
They have not been around for a long time.
Life has too many plots.
A year only has one with intermittent subplots.
Just like a book.
That’s why I now believe that the end of each year is more like the end of a book that has 365 pages.
I figure 365 pages make a pretty good eBook.
It’s not an epic.
It’s simply a slice of life.
And that’s what a year is to the book inside each of us.
The year had a little humor, but I lost too many friends.
I had to hug too many necks.
I had to dry too many tears.
I had to say goodbye too many times.
I cried too many tears in the dark when I was alone.
The year had disappointments.
We still haven’t figured out how to sell as many books as we want to sell.
But we may be getting close.
It had hope.
I published three novels and am finishing a fourth
Write another novel.
There is always hope that it breaks through.
If not, the next one surely will.
The year ushered in a lot of new friends.
But what’s a real friend?
Country comedian Jerry Clower once told me that a true friend is one you don’t mind calling at two in the morning if you’re in trouble. They are the ones who would want you to call.
I know your names.
I know what you write.
I read what you write.
I live with you on Twitter, on Facebook, in emails. And through the words of your blogs.
We may never meet, but I appreciate you, have grown accustomed to you, and would hate the face the rest of my life without you.
Thanks for being there.
So another novel, another love story, another sad story, another story of hope begins anew on January 1.
The coming year is a not a book that plotters would write.
It would drive them crazy.
No one sees the future.
No one can outline it.
No one knows who all the characters will be.
We don’t know what will happen, when it will happen, or to whom it will happen.
That’s what makes the book of 2016 absolutely perfect for us pantsers.
I’ll fly through it by the seat of my pants, as always, which is the way I write my novels.
I don’t know what will happen next, but I can’t wait to find out.
All I know is that I’ll live it the way I write it – one day and one page at a time.
Happy New Year and happy writing to you all.
Has Christ already returned, and did he only go to Mexico this time? Read my novel, The Golgotha Connection, and make up your own mind.