New Bond creation to be unveiled
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008A new James Bond novel is being unveiled more than 40 years after the last Fleming novel was published.
It was a walk I had taken a thousand times. I could do it my sleep; out through the sliding glass door, across the redwood deck and down the steps, across the driveway and out onto the lane leading away from our house. The sound of gravel crunching under my feet would fill the still afternoon air. After looking both ways, careful not to step into the path of a neighbor speeding by in his pickup truck, I would walk across the road that ran in front of our house.
Yes, I had taken that walk in all seasons and in all kinds of weather, retrieving bills, gathering up magazines, stuffing my fists with unwanted credit card applications, and holding fast onto the occasional greeting card from a loved one.
It was no more than a hundred feet and a return trip of less than three minutes. It was a walk as routine as taking a breath. But on this cool late spring day, that customary walk held all the anxiety of a climb up a mountain. My book would be arriving today.
As I held out my hand to open the mail box, my thoughts went back in time, back to a few months ago when my newly finished manuscript had magically drifted through the air from my computer screen to the computer screen of my prospective publisher.
I thought of the agonizing three weeks I spent waiting to see what changes my assigned editor would make to my work. I thought of the dozens of sketches and drawings submitted by my illustrator for my consideration. So many decisions needed to be made; the back cover, the front cover, the page layout. My mind swam as something new was thrown at me seemingly every minute of every day.
And then suddenly all was quiet. It was over. All the decisions had been made. The book was being printed. The first copy was on the way. The first copy was here.
I grabbed the handle of the mail box and opened the door. And there it was. Sitting under the power bill and a bill from my dentist, along with this week??s issue of Newsweek, was the unmistakable red, white and blue U.S. Postal Service package. My heart skipped a beat as I reached in and grabbed the day??s mail.
Once back inside the house I sat at the kitchen table and stared at the package lying in front of me. My mind wandered back in time again. I thought of all the hours. How many had it been, a thousand perhaps? I thought of all the writing, the deleting, the rewriting; all the frustration, all the times I had almost quit. I remembered wondering if it would ever be good enough, ever be worthy of all the time and effort.
As I reached for the top of the package and ripped it open, I thought of the conferences and workshops. I thought of all the books I had studied on the subject of writing a book. And I thought of all the other autobiographical works of other authors I had read, immersing myself in the genre.
Finally, I smiled as I held my book in my hands for the first time. A tingling went up my spine as I looked down at the bottom of the front cover and saw my name. I gently brushed my fingertips over the smooth, glossy cover and a sudden thought jolted through my mind.
It was quite possible, I thought, that in a few months from now a thousand strangers would be doing exactly what I was doing right this moment, holding my book in their hands.
They would then open it up and start reading words that I had written. They would be reading about me. They would be reading my innermost thoughts.
I sat the book back down on the table and looked up, staring through the kitchen and out into the living room. My gaze took in the blue sky that bathed the front window of our house . . . and a sudden realization came over me.
From this day forward, my life might never be the same again.
About the Author
Len Schritter is a third generation farmer and rancher in Aberdeen, Idaho, where Len and his brother Mike run a 3,500-acre farm on which they produce potatoes, sugar beets, and wheat. Len wants to state here publicly how bad he feels leaving Mike behind on the tundra to tend to things.
It’s just that Len’s had enough winters to last him a lifetime, and so he and his wife Diana head for Mesa, Arizona, every year - just about the time the snow starts flying back home.
The Secret Life of a Snowbird is Len’s first book. He is already at work on his second.
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