Even if I live to be 100 years old, and win an award every year for a new book, I will never write a book that is as important, or valuable to me, as the one I wrote in 2011 called Come What May.
The “book” is only about 5,000 words long, and is handwritten in a leather bound journal.
And only one other person has ever read it.
So why is it so important to me?
Because I wrote a short story about how I met and fell in love with the love of my life, and on 27 July 2011 I gave her the book as a gift.
Once she read the last page, she asked me why there were so many blank pages at the end, and I replied, “So that we can fill the rest of the pages together.” … and then I asked her to marry me.
And the rest is history.
So I guess you could say this book helped me to gain the world, and who cares about awards and huge royalties cheques after that?
I never really felt like I had the time to do our story the justice that it deserved. So this year for NaNoWriMo, I will be writing a love story called “Come what may” which will be my literary equivalent of “How I met your Mother.”
I am still not sure how I will handle it, because I want to incorporate as much as possible of the original text, but also amplify it.
But I am looking forward to trying.
(I was going to try in 2011, but since we chose to get married in November, NaNoWriMo took a bit of a back-seat that year.)