Flotsam, Jetsam and Lagan
Remember that shipwreck of an idea? You know, the one that never became watertight as a story. It had something of value. Maybe you liked how the cut of the jib looked against the setting sun. Maybe you sent it off with a prayer to Saint Jude, the Patron Saint of “lost causes” and “cases despaired of.” You didn’t expect it to reach the safe harbor of publication. It didn’t.
Or maybe, like my idea, it sat unfinished in dry dock, weathering and looking derelict until I got tired of even looking at the mess. So I finished the keel, stripped, sanded and painted the bottom and the topside, slapped on hardware, boot tape and rigging and launched her just to see if she’d float
One of my ideas, salvaged, jury-rigged and sailing close to the wind just reached the harbor of publication. As Winston Churchill once said, “Never give in — never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense.”
Note: I am at Killer Nashville this weekend so I may not reply quickly to you posts but I promise to read them.