July 31, 2014
I was watching the TV program “Sunday Morning” and in particular a feature about a 19-year-old girl killed by a drunken driver. Her mother discovered in a discreet chamber of her daughter’s cosmetic kit a “Bucket List.” This is highly unusual for a 19-year-old. (She wanted to visit Niagara Falls, the Pacific Ocean, etc.)
I began to think about my fiction writer’s Bucket List. Did I already write enough books to satisfy my List, even though there are two more ready? Adding new books to the list could go on ad-infinitum. But why go on and on and on? I could always turn to becoming a gourmet cook and put on terrific parties or... Couldn’t I?
I looked through my published works. Yes, I can draw a line of satisfaction and completion through them. And what about by soon-to-be-published works. Do they matter? Does a writer ever cease adding to the list?
At this precise moment, I am listening to Gil Shaham’s violin performance of WILLIAMS THEME from “Schindler’s List.” He is reaching the deepest recesses of my creativity and strongly stirring me up so that I find myself saying, ” I have only just begun making my writer’s list. ”
Try writing a Bucket List for yourself. See where it gets you.