Recently I read Stephen King’s autobiography On Writing and I’ve come to an important conclusion: When I grow up I want to be like Stephen King. I should clarify. It’s not because I want to write about demon clowns or other scary stuff that makes you fall asleep with the light on. I don’t want to do that. That’s not my thing. First off, I’ve never been to Maine, and secondly, the story It has forever ruined the circus for me. (Thanks for that, Mr. King.) What I do want, however, is his work ethic. King knows how to churn it out. Book after book. Year after year. For King, success is finishing one project and getting started on the next. He knows how to keep on running.
In the Lord of the Rings trilogy, there is a poem called The Walking Song which describes the journey set before the characters:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
As we approach 2013, we are meeting the next part of our journey. The ‘road’ of this life is continuing now. It rises up before us, welcoming in the New Year, and we are asked to embark on the next part of this journey. Another chapter of the story is starting and we have a choice: Will we embrace an unknown future, pursuing this road with eager feet?