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Run by the River
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 'm not
the kind of person who majors in English. Or film studies. Or philosophy.
I've always been too pragmatic for a serious endeavor in the liberal
arts.
Yet the man in front of me, even after hearing this
explanation, insists, "You should be an English major."
The
problem, I explain, is that I don't want to be a starving artist. Writing
is a hobby and a passion, yes, but it is something I can always do on
the side.
"Why not make it a minor?" he counters.
I say
it's not part of the master plan. I've been working hard since grade
school to get here.
Here is my first year of college where I
promptly declared a business major and took the first step in landing a
job in Corporate America. Here is the start of becoming an adult with
financial independence.
The man in front of me shrugs. "Just think
about it. And never stop writing," he says.
I leave his office and
walk onto campus, secretly congratulating myself on making the mature
decision. Smart move, I say to no one. Outside, the campus looks
like Holden Caulfield's Pencey Prep, or the college Hampden from The
Secret History, or any other novel where—
Smart move, I
say again.
Fast-forward four years.
Here is now a place
where I stayed true to the master plan and earned a degree in MIS and
Accounting. In the late summer, I begin working for a consulting firm and
entrench myself in the new job. Things I do for fun in this phase of my
life: write JavaScript, read the classic Active Server Pages 2.0 (a
Wrox Press book), and compile a binder of super-cool web development tips.
These are things I hope will put me on the fast track for senior
consultant, and over the next two years, this is my way of life. Except
one day, the unthinkable happens.
Enron.
My firm, Andersen,
becomes involved in one of the largest business scandals in United States
history. New business in the local office comes to a halt. Suddenly I have
a lot of free time, and instead of always watching Lou Dobb's
Moneyline on CNN for the latest scandal updates, I begin
daydreaming about that two-roads- diverged-in-a-yellow-wood conversation
four years ago, the one about majoring in English. What if? I wonder. It's
not that my current work isn't challenging or satisfying, it's just that I
wish I would've pursued writing on the side like I'd told my English
professor.
What I decide is that Enrons must happen for a
reason, and in my life, this might mean that time on the side. The
more I think about it, the more I believe that this is a sign—the kind I
read about in other authors' bios. You know, the ones where This Event
inspired Johnny Bestseller to write Masterpiece in one day, which
has now sold two trillion copies. My story isn't glamorous, but I do look
at it as an opportunity, so I dust off ten pages I'd written a year ago in
Thousand Islands, New York, which were the beginning to a
story.
What happens next is I start to write and, dear God, it
doesn't come easy at first. Over the next three months, there are nights
when I stare at blank pages for hours before generating a paragraph. I
know the story will be about an eighteen-year-old boy who aspires to be a
standout long-distance runner; a man who can foresee the future in dreams;
a girl that captures the boy's attention; a mysterious runner lurking on
the perimeters . . . I know that somehow, all of these characters' lives
will collide in a traumatic event, but how will it happen? And what's the
point of all this anyway?
And I learn that that's the fun in it. I
draw from my imagination and inspiration to come up with the answers. For
this story, it's high school cross country, college days, and a
relationship gone sour that move my pen in creating the initial backdrop.
As I bury myself deeper into the novel, the story takes on a life of its
own and journeys to the one-hundred-page barrier which, for me, is the
point of no return—I now feel compelled to finish the story. In a
first-time-author moment, I actually celebrate this milestone by eating a
Papa John's pizza and drinking a beer. Here's to one hundred pages. From
there, it's a second draft, trial readers, editing, a third draft, more
editing . . . and the rest is history.
This takes us to the best
part—the here and now. Although the initial excitement of publishing my
first novel has waned, I'm left with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Whether people love it or hate it, I wrote exactly what I needed to write
for that particular time in my life. Even better, here is a place
where I no longer wait for excuses to write. Here is where I write because
it is a part of who I am.
In this last segment of Making of the
Book, I take a walk outside and reflect on it all. Today I say, Smart
move, for very different reasons, and I think about my first college
English professor. Somewhere in the world, I hope he continues encouraging
students to major in subjects they never considered.
About the Book
John Meyer would never get to run with
Steve Prefontaine. The legendary distance runner died in a tragic car
accident before John was born. Yet, Pre's legacy always inspired him. John
earned a running scholarship to Stradford University, one of the elite
Division I cross country schools. There, he would be teammates with the
runner every major sports media called the next Pre. More
importantly, it gave John the chance to put behind a troubled past and
start a new life.
But past relationships come back to haunt, and a
bronzed god roommate, a gorgeous brunette, and the pressures to succeed
plunge John to psychological depths he never dreamt possible. No one seems
to be able to help—no one, except for a mysterious, shirtless runner on
campus, who seems oddly familiar...
A Run by the River will
take you through amazing twists and turns, the mind of a runner, the
schemes of a seemingly perfect roommate, and fast-paced running—all that
bring the story to its crash course finish. For John, things will never be
the same again.
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A Run by the River
After
speaking a few minutes with his wife, John debated how he would
spend the next hour and a half waiting for his flight. He could work
on the communication plan for the client. He could read the new
Stephen King. Or, he could sleep. What was new? It was the standard
list of choices.
John looked at the Delta gate attendants. He
knew their names: Sam and Lisa. Sam had worked this gate for three
years, Lisa two. In an hour and a half, he would board a Boeing 757.
He knew the attendants' names on Flight 034, and they knew his. It
was always the same, all the time.
John picked
up the communication plan, then immediately tossed it aside.
Everything felt so repetitive. So qualified. Why was he feeling this
way? John decided to sleep instead. In business, this is known as
work-life balance, he thought.
He set his
mobile phone alarm for 30 minutes, slouched in his seat, and drifted
off to another place . . .
John felt
alive again. He had returned to Stradford University, his alma
mater. He was running steadily in a group. And it felt right as the
wind brushed against his back. John could feel the warmth of the sun
on his head and smell the sweat dripping down his face. It felt
great to be alive again.
There was the shirtless runner, ten to fifteen
yards ahead of everyone. John started plotting but forced himself to
stop thinking. Don't think, only react. He must catch the
runner ahead, but how could he do it? He felt himself emerge from
the pack of runners around him. He would make his move and catch the
runner once and for all. His strides grew in length and his heart
beat faster, but the runner maintained the standard lead distance.
He wasn't sure he could catch him.
John turned
around and saw the pack yards behind him. He glanced ahead, and the
runner was gone. Where did the shirtless runner go? He would figure
this . . . Why is my leg vibrating?
John slapped
his pants pocket a few times before completely awaking. His mobile
phone didn't seem to mind—it continued massaging his leg with
methodical vibrations. John turned the alarm off and tilted his head
back. That always managed to be the shortest 30 minutes in his
life.
He glanced around the airport. Only one hour until his
flight. He didn't really mind the flying—it was the waiting that
annoyed him. He found himself people-watching on such occasions, and
the carnival of airport characters never ceased to amaze him. That
was, never ceased to amaze him until today.
At 6:37 P.M.
in the Newark Airport, Jonathan Meyer's heart literally stopped
beating for a brief moment. He caught a mere glimpse—but a perfectly
clear and unquestionable glimpse—of the woman that once had
changed everything for him. I haven't seen her in . . . twenty
years. John's mind went racing, and he returned to college.
There, he felt alive again . . .
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Publishing Details: Paperback: 370
pages Publisher: 1stBooks Library (2003) ISBN: 141077726X
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