|Author Jim Hinckley signing books for an
Australian tour group.
Fraught with frustrations of the self induced kind, and plagued by the trials, tribulations, and consequences of choices made that are as a much a part of life as breathing, the pursuit of the dream has been an adventure beyond anything that could have been imagined when it began.
I am writing this today with thoughts about an acquaintance in Texas, a talented young man who in the pursuit of a similar dream recently had a head on collision with the frustrating world of the publisher. Hang in there, amigo. This is just part of the adventure you have chosen. Besides, if you decide on pursuing a career in stand up comedy, you will have ample material.
Granted, I lack experience in the real world of publishing and publishing profitably. Still, I find it odd that the plug would be pulled on a poorly selling book mere weeks before an interview with Jay Leno. Likewise, I find it strange that a company would lay off people do to sluggish sales while waiting for the monthly marketing meeting to determine if a book that enters a second printing in less than three months should be reprinted again. Did I mention that this was just weeks before the Christmas season that followed on the heels of major promotion? Did I mention that once the green light was given, it would be a minimum of sixty days before books would be available resultant of the delay?
Still, the pursuit of the dream continues. After the penning of a dozen books, and hundreds of feature articles, and countless associated adventures, I look back on the journey and shake my head in wonder, and toward the future with eager anticipation.
As I rush to beat the clock on another fast approaching deadline, and to sell a publisher on the next project, the intertwined frustration and anxiety leave me wondering if, perhaps, it is to late in life to begin pursuit of my other childhood dream; owning a ranch in southern New Mexico, and pursuing the life of my high riding heroes.
Then I give thought to the friends made on my quest over the years. I give thought to the adventures past, and the adventures to come, such as the fast approaching trip to the Netherlands. I reflect on the people that have been encouraged to explore the road less traveled, and make memories of their own because of something I wrote.
Then I gaze into the gentle and loving face of my dearest friend, the one that encouraged me to pursue the dream, the one that has shared the adventures and the frustrations, the triumphs and disappointments, and I know that this quest has just begun. Then I reflect on the message learned on countless adventures on Route 66 – a journey should never be tainted with a myopic focus on the destination, it should be savored and enjoyed with friends.