I've spent much of my free time the
past several days visiting with my old friend Stephen Bly. Yes, Steve
graduated to Glory a few years back, but he left much of himself
behind – in the form of his writing.
A weekend ago, while investigating the
book department in the new Goodwill thrift store in Monument,
Colorado (they even serve fresh, free coffee) I stumbled upon all
three volumes of his “Austin-Stoner Files” from the mid 1990s.
My collection was missing book two, The
Final Chapter of Chance McCall,
so I snapped it up. Back home, I put my feet up and began visiting
once again with Steve.
Rodeo cowboy Brady
Stoner is not Steve. The author and pastor from Winchester, Idaho,
was much too good a writer to create a protagonist who completely
mirrored himself. But Steve did put a lot of himself into Brady: his
interests, his speech patterns, and especially his values. There's
even a lot of Steve – primarily the values – in big city book
editor Linda Dawn Austin.
I miss
Steve. But I'm grateful that anytime I want, I can visit with him.
After finishing The Final Chapter of Chance McCall, I
jumped back to book one, The Lost Manuscript of Martin
Taylor Harrison. With no big
projects this weekend, I look forward to the time with my friend.
Having spent years
in the business, I've been privileged to work with many authors, and
become friends with some. Any time I want to refresh that friendship,
all I need do is take a book from my shelf.
3 comments:
Absolutely, and truly wonderful writers have pieces of their hearts in their works. Thanks for sharing.
Agree. I think that is a reason readers want to get to know the authors on FB and twitter. They feel they somehow know them by the stories they write. Same with musicians. We believe they choose to sing a song because they believe the words of it.
Enjoyed reading about this connection.
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