“The Things we do for Love”, the story behind the story

This story has been ongoing since I was seventeen, and just to let you know, I’m 72 this year.

Yes, it’s taken a long time to get it done.

Why, you might ask.

Well, I never gave it much interest because I started writing it after a small incident when I was 17, and working as a book packer for a book distributor in Melbourne

At the end of my first year, at Christmas, the employer had a Christmas party, and that year, it was at a venue in St Kilda.

I wasn’t going to go because at that age, I was an ordinary boy who was very introverted and basically scared of his own shadow and terrified by girls.

Back then, I would cross the street to avoid them

Also, other members of the staff in the shipping department were rough and ready types who were not backwards in telling me what happened, and being naive, perhaps they knew I’d be either shocked or intrigued.

I was both adamant I wasn’t coming and then got roped in on a dare.

Damn!

So, back then, in the early 70s, people looked the other way when it came to drinking, and of course, Dutch courage always takes away the concerns, especially when normally you wouldn’t do half the stuff you wouldn’t in a million years

I made it to the end, not as drunk and stupid as I thought I might be, and St Kilda being a salacious place if you knew where to look, my new friends decided to give me a surprise.

It didn’t take long to realise these men were ‘men about town’ as they kept saying, and we went on an odyssey.  Yes, those backstreet brothels where one could, I was told, have anything they could imagine.

Let me tell you, large quantities of alcohol and imagination were a very bad mix.

So, the odyssey in ‘The things we do’ was based on that, and then the encounter with Diana. Well, let’s just say I learned a great deal about girls that night.

Firstly, not all girls are nasty and spiteful, which seemed to be the case whenever I met one. There was a way to approach, greet, talk to, and behave.

It was also true that I could have had anything I wanted, but I decided what was in my imagination could stay there.  She was amused that all I wanted was to talk, but it was my money, and I could spend it how I liked.

And like any 17-year-old naive fool, I fell in love with her and had all these foolish notions.  Months later, I went back, but she had moved on, to where no one was saying or knew.

Needless to say, I was heartbroken and had to get over that first loss, which, like any 17-year-old, was like the end of the world.

But it was the best hour I’d ever spent in my life and would remain so until I met the woman I have been married to for the last 48 years.

As Henry, he was in part based on a rebel, the son of rich parents who despised them and their wealth, and he used to regale anyone who would listen about how they had messed up his life

If only I’d come from such a background!

And yes, I was only a run away from climbing up the stairs to get on board a ship, acting as a purser.

I worked for a shipping company and they gave their junior staff members an opportunity to spend a year at sea working as a purser on a cargo ship that sailed between Melbourne, Sydney and Hobart in Australia.

One of the other junior staff members’ turn came, and I would visit him on board when he would tell me stories about life on board, the officers, the crew, and other events. These stories, which sounded incredible to someone so impressionable, were a delight to hear.

Alas, by that time, I had tired of office work and moved on to be a tradesman at the place where my father worked.

It proved to be the right move, as that is where I met my wife.  Diana had been right; love would find me when I least expected it.

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NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 13

Now, over the cat and his wake-up tactics, food issues, and then walking off with a snooty expression, it might not be, but I’m going with that, it’s time to get to work.

But before that, I’m going to take the time to go over the plan, and taking into account the few sidebars that I made a few notes on to come back to, I realise there was a little loss of continuity.

Unfortunately, I’m going to have to rechart the plan in Excel, so later, when the same thing happens, I can quickly move the ’tiles’ around, and this takes a few hours.

Chester drops by to give me a surly look and wanders off.

Now having sorted the ’tiles’ into order, and added side notes, I’m ready to start again.

Of course, then there’s a problem. I’m writing away, and instead of sticking to the plan, I’m going off on a tangent. That’s the way the story is leading me, pantser style, but it’s only one possibility, so I put that writing aside and go back to the plan.

Done.

Not happy, but it’s written.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 12

It was a day like no other.

Oops, been watching Romancing the Stone again, and that catchy line caught my attention. Perhaps I can use it somewhere, one day.

But…

The project is proceeding on course, adhering more to the outline than less, and it’s looking good.

I know just in saying that the ship is about to founder on a reef, so I’ll brace myself.

Today’s quota of words is done early, so I can sit down soon and do the crossword over a cup of coffee while waiting for dinner to cook in the oven.

Perhaps we might have a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc with dinner. What I’ve noticed with these is that they are not all the same; some actually taste terrible, and some are quite exquisite. I suspect it might be where they grow the grapes, even if it is in the same region.

And, later, I’ll take another look at the sidebar I decided to add and flesh it out a little more. In view of what is happening, it is rather fortuitous that it came out of left field because it will serve as a reminder that being home doesn’t mean they’re safe.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 85

Day 85 – Writing to please yourself

Writing for Yourself vs. Writing for an Audience

Why trying to please a “target reader” can lead you straight into a creative dead‑end—and how embracing your own voice can actually broaden your reach.


1. The Age‑Old Dilemma

Every writer, from the novice journal keeper to the seasoned novelist, has heard the mantra: “Know your audience.” In marketing circles, it’s a golden rule, in academic circles, it’s a prerequisite for a good paper, and in creative writing workshops, it’s often presented as a safety net: “If you write for someone who actually wants to read your work, you’ll have a better chance of success.”

But there’s a darker side to that advice. When the phrase “target audience” becomes a prescriptive checklist, it can morph into a self‑imposed prison. You start asking:

* Should I tone down my humour because “my readers don’t get sarcasm”?*
* Do I need to avoid political opinions because “my audience is 50‑something retirees”?*
* Must I keep my protagonist’s journey “relatable” in a way that feels forced?*

The result? A story that sounds less like you and more like a diluted version of what you think they want. In the worst cases, the writing turns bland, generic, and ultimately forgettable.


2. The Myth of the “Perfect Reader”

The idea that a single, monolithic reader exists—someone who will love everything you write—is a comforting illusion. In reality:

Reader TypeTypical ExpectationReality
The “Ideal Fan”Loves every plot twist, character, and stylistic quirk.No one loves everything; even the biggest fans have pet peeves.
The “Critical Scholar”Demands flawless structure and deep subtext.Even experts can disagree on what qualifies as “deep.”
The “Casual Browser”Wants light, easy‑to‑digest content.They might actually crave something thought‑provoking if presented well.
The “Niche Enthusiast”Wants high‑level technical detail.Over‑explaining can alienate newcomers; under‑explaining can feel lazy.

Because each individual brings a unique mix of experience, mood, and personal bias to the page, any attempt to write for a single archetype is fundamentally speculative. You can only guess what will click, and even the most data‑driven predictions can’t account for the serendipitous spark that makes a reader fall in love with a line.


3. Writing for You: The Unexpected Advantage

When you write primarily for yourself, a few things happen that actually help reach a broader audience:

What Happens When You Write for YourselfWhy It Helps the Reader
Authentic Voice EmergesReaders pick up on sincerity. A genuine tone feels trustworthy and invites empathy.
Risk‑Taking Becomes NaturalYou’re more willing to experiment with structure, language, or theme—creating fresh experiences for the reader.
Consistency Beats ConformityA clear personal style becomes a brand. Readers know what to expect (and love it), even if the genre shifts.
Passion Fuels PersistenceWriting is hard. When the work matters to you, you’re more likely to edit, rewrite, and polish.

Think of it as a two‑way street: the more you love what you write, the more chance there is that someone else will love it too. Authenticity is magnetic; calculated pandering is often invisible.


4. Real‑World Examples

AuthorWhat They DidResult
Haruki MurakamiWrote stories about jazz bars, cats, and surreal parallel worlds because those obsessions fascinated him.Global cult following; readers across continents adore his “oddly specific” voice.
David MitchellMixed historical fiction with speculative sci‑fi purely because he loved the “what‑if” of time travel.Critical acclaim and a wildly diverse readership attracted to his genre‑bending narratives.
Samantha “Sam” Cole (fictional indie blogger)Abandoned a “listicle for millennials” plan, wrote a personal essay on grief because it had to be said.The post went viral, resonating with readers of all ages who recognized its raw honesty.

These writers didn’t start with a spreadsheet of demographics; they started with curiosity, annoyance, awe, or pure love for a subject. The audience grew organically around that core.


5. Practical Strategies: How to Prioritise Your Voice Without Ignoring Readers

You don’t have to swing the pendulum completely to “write only for yourself.” Here’s a balanced workflow that preserves authenticity while still being considerate of readers:

  1. Start in the “Me‑Zone”
    • Freewrite for 15–20 minutes with the intention only of getting your own thoughts down. No audience in mind.
    • Ask yourself: What excites me? What irritates me? What can’t I stop thinking about?
  2. Step Back & Identify the Core
    • Highlight the central emotion or hook that made you write in the first place. This is the seed that will interest readers.
  3. Empathy Check
    • Switch hats: If a reader stumbled on this piece tomorrow, what would they need to understand the core quickly?
    • Tip: Write a one‑sentence pitch for a complete stranger. If you can convey the essence, you’re likely on the right track.
  4. Selective Polishing
    • Remove self‑censorship that dilutes your voice (e.g., “Maybe I shouldn’t use that slang”).
    • Add clarity where needed (explain a term, give context) without compromising tone.
  5. Feedback Loop
    • Share with a small, trusted group who value honesty over flattery. Ask: “Did my voice feel genuine? Was anything confusing?”
    • Use their notes to tighten the piece, not to rewrite it in their image.
  6. Release & Observe
    • Publish. Watch the comments, metrics, and, most importantly, your own emotional response.
    • If you feel proud, that pride will translate into future work that continues to attract kindred readers.

6. “What If” Scenarios: When Audience‑First Fails

ScenarioWhat Went WrongLesson Learned
A romance novelist writes only “safe” love‑stories to please the “mainstream market.”Stories lack tension; readers feel the plot is predictable and disengage.Authentic conflict—whether internal or external—drives investment.
A tech blogger avoids jargon to appeal to “non‑techies.”Content becomes vague; both novices and experts feel the article is unhelpful.Clarity doesn’t require “dumbing down”; it requires thoughtful explanation.
A poet tries to mimic the style of a bestselling poet to capture their fanbase.The work feels derivative; critics call it “imitative.”Originality beats mimicry; readers can spot a copycat from a mile away.

These cautionary tales reinforce the central truth: no amount of market research can substitute for genuine curiosity and personal investment. When you start building your work on the sand of “what I think they want,” you risk losing the solid foundation of your own voice.


7. The Sweet Spot: “Write for Yourself and Invite Others In”

Think of writing as hosting a party you love. You decorate the space, choose the playlist, and cook the food because you enjoy it. Then, you open the door and welcome guests. If the vibe feels authentic, the guests will stay, chat, and maybe even bring friends. If the party feels forced, no one will linger.

In practice, that means:

  • Let your passion be the headline. Your enthusiasm is contagious.
  • Use empathy as the entryway. A brief moment of “what would a reader need?” can help bridge the gap without muting your voice.
  • Accept that you’ll never please everyone. The goal isn’t universal approval; it’s a connection with those who resonate.

8. Takeaway Checklist

✅I’m writing because…
1I’m fascinated, angry, or moved by the subject.
2I have a unique angle that I can’t find elsewhere.
3I’m excited to experiment with form or language.
4I’m willing to edit for clarity, not for conformity.
5I’m open to feedback that enhances my voice, not replaces it.

If you can answer “yes” to at least three of these, you’re likely steering toward a piece that speaks both to you and, organically, to readers.


9. Final Thought

“Write for yourself, but don’t forget the world is listening.”

That paradox captures the sweet spot most writers chase: authenticity as your compass, empathy as your map. When you let your inner compass guide you, you’ll find that the world—sometimes unexpectedly—shows up at the destination you never planned.

So the next time you sit down at the keyboard, ask yourself: What would I write if no one were watching? Then, once the words flow, give them a quick glance to make sure the door is open enough for someone else to step inside.

Write boldly, edit kindly, and watch as the right readers find you—because they’ll be looking for the voice you could only have written.


Happy writing, and may your pages always feel like home.


If this post resonated with you, feel free to share your own experiences in the comments. How have you balanced personal passion with audience awareness?

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 85

Day 85 – Writing to please yourself

Writing for Yourself vs. Writing for an Audience

Why trying to please a “target reader” can lead you straight into a creative dead‑end—and how embracing your own voice can actually broaden your reach.


1. The Age‑Old Dilemma

Every writer, from the novice journal keeper to the seasoned novelist, has heard the mantra: “Know your audience.” In marketing circles, it’s a golden rule, in academic circles, it’s a prerequisite for a good paper, and in creative writing workshops, it’s often presented as a safety net: “If you write for someone who actually wants to read your work, you’ll have a better chance of success.”

But there’s a darker side to that advice. When the phrase “target audience” becomes a prescriptive checklist, it can morph into a self‑imposed prison. You start asking:

* Should I tone down my humour because “my readers don’t get sarcasm”?*
* Do I need to avoid political opinions because “my audience is 50‑something retirees”?*
* Must I keep my protagonist’s journey “relatable” in a way that feels forced?*

The result? A story that sounds less like you and more like a diluted version of what you think they want. In the worst cases, the writing turns bland, generic, and ultimately forgettable.


2. The Myth of the “Perfect Reader”

The idea that a single, monolithic reader exists—someone who will love everything you write—is a comforting illusion. In reality:

Reader TypeTypical ExpectationReality
The “Ideal Fan”Loves every plot twist, character, and stylistic quirk.No one loves everything; even the biggest fans have pet peeves.
The “Critical Scholar”Demands flawless structure and deep subtext.Even experts can disagree on what qualifies as “deep.”
The “Casual Browser”Wants light, easy‑to‑digest content.They might actually crave something thought‑provoking if presented well.
The “Niche Enthusiast”Wants high‑level technical detail.Over‑explaining can alienate newcomers; under‑explaining can feel lazy.

Because each individual brings a unique mix of experience, mood, and personal bias to the page, any attempt to write for a single archetype is fundamentally speculative. You can only guess what will click, and even the most data‑driven predictions can’t account for the serendipitous spark that makes a reader fall in love with a line.


3. Writing for You: The Unexpected Advantage

When you write primarily for yourself, a few things happen that actually help reach a broader audience:

What Happens When You Write for YourselfWhy It Helps the Reader
Authentic Voice EmergesReaders pick up on sincerity. A genuine tone feels trustworthy and invites empathy.
Risk‑Taking Becomes NaturalYou’re more willing to experiment with structure, language, or theme—creating fresh experiences for the reader.
Consistency Beats ConformityA clear personal style becomes a brand. Readers know what to expect (and love it), even if the genre shifts.
Passion Fuels PersistenceWriting is hard. When the work matters to you, you’re more likely to edit, rewrite, and polish.

Think of it as a two‑way street: the more you love what you write, the more chance there is that someone else will love it too. Authenticity is magnetic; calculated pandering is often invisible.


4. Real‑World Examples

AuthorWhat They DidResult
Haruki MurakamiWrote stories about jazz bars, cats, and surreal parallel worlds because those obsessions fascinated him.Global cult following; readers across continents adore his “oddly specific” voice.
David MitchellMixed historical fiction with speculative sci‑fi purely because he loved the “what‑if” of time travel.Critical acclaim and a wildly diverse readership attracted to his genre‑bending narratives.
Samantha “Sam” Cole (fictional indie blogger)Abandoned a “listicle for millennials” plan, wrote a personal essay on grief because it had to be said.The post went viral, resonating with readers of all ages who recognized its raw honesty.

These writers didn’t start with a spreadsheet of demographics; they started with curiosity, annoyance, awe, or pure love for a subject. The audience grew organically around that core.


5. Practical Strategies: How to Prioritise Your Voice Without Ignoring Readers

You don’t have to swing the pendulum completely to “write only for yourself.” Here’s a balanced workflow that preserves authenticity while still being considerate of readers:

  1. Start in the “Me‑Zone”
    • Freewrite for 15–20 minutes with the intention only of getting your own thoughts down. No audience in mind.
    • Ask yourself: What excites me? What irritates me? What can’t I stop thinking about?
  2. Step Back & Identify the Core
    • Highlight the central emotion or hook that made you write in the first place. This is the seed that will interest readers.
  3. Empathy Check
    • Switch hats: If a reader stumbled on this piece tomorrow, what would they need to understand the core quickly?
    • Tip: Write a one‑sentence pitch for a complete stranger. If you can convey the essence, you’re likely on the right track.
  4. Selective Polishing
    • Remove self‑censorship that dilutes your voice (e.g., “Maybe I shouldn’t use that slang”).
    • Add clarity where needed (explain a term, give context) without compromising tone.
  5. Feedback Loop
    • Share with a small, trusted group who value honesty over flattery. Ask: “Did my voice feel genuine? Was anything confusing?”
    • Use their notes to tighten the piece, not to rewrite it in their image.
  6. Release & Observe
    • Publish. Watch the comments, metrics, and, most importantly, your own emotional response.
    • If you feel proud, that pride will translate into future work that continues to attract kindred readers.

6. “What If” Scenarios: When Audience‑First Fails

ScenarioWhat Went WrongLesson Learned
A romance novelist writes only “safe” love‑stories to please the “mainstream market.”Stories lack tension; readers feel the plot is predictable and disengage.Authentic conflict—whether internal or external—drives investment.
A tech blogger avoids jargon to appeal to “non‑techies.”Content becomes vague; both novices and experts feel the article is unhelpful.Clarity doesn’t require “dumbing down”; it requires thoughtful explanation.
A poet tries to mimic the style of a bestselling poet to capture their fanbase.The work feels derivative; critics call it “imitative.”Originality beats mimicry; readers can spot a copycat from a mile away.

These cautionary tales reinforce the central truth: no amount of market research can substitute for genuine curiosity and personal investment. When you start building your work on the sand of “what I think they want,” you risk losing the solid foundation of your own voice.


7. The Sweet Spot: “Write for Yourself and Invite Others In”

Think of writing as hosting a party you love. You decorate the space, choose the playlist, and cook the food because you enjoy it. Then, you open the door and welcome guests. If the vibe feels authentic, the guests will stay, chat, and maybe even bring friends. If the party feels forced, no one will linger.

In practice, that means:

  • Let your passion be the headline. Your enthusiasm is contagious.
  • Use empathy as the entryway. A brief moment of “what would a reader need?” can help bridge the gap without muting your voice.
  • Accept that you’ll never please everyone. The goal isn’t universal approval; it’s a connection with those who resonate.

8. Takeaway Checklist

✅I’m writing because…
1I’m fascinated, angry, or moved by the subject.
2I have a unique angle that I can’t find elsewhere.
3I’m excited to experiment with form or language.
4I’m willing to edit for clarity, not for conformity.
5I’m open to feedback that enhances my voice, not replaces it.

If you can answer “yes” to at least three of these, you’re likely steering toward a piece that speaks both to you and, organically, to readers.


9. Final Thought

“Write for yourself, but don’t forget the world is listening.”

That paradox captures the sweet spot most writers chase: authenticity as your compass, empathy as your map. When you let your inner compass guide you, you’ll find that the world—sometimes unexpectedly—shows up at the destination you never planned.

So the next time you sit down at the keyboard, ask yourself: What would I write if no one were watching? Then, once the words flow, give them a quick glance to make sure the door is open enough for someone else to step inside.

Write boldly, edit kindly, and watch as the right readers find you—because they’ll be looking for the voice you could only have written.


Happy writing, and may your pages always feel like home.


If this post resonated with you, feel free to share your own experiences in the comments. How have you balanced personal passion with audience awareness?

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 12

It was a day like no other.

Oops, been watching Romancing the Stone again, and that catchy line caught my attention. Perhaps I can use it somewhere, one day.

But…

The project is proceeding on course, adhering more to the outline than less, and it’s looking good.

I know just in saying that the ship is about to founder on a reef, so I’ll brace myself.

Today’s quota of words is done early, so I can sit down soon and do the crossword over a cup of coffee while waiting for dinner to cook in the oven.

Perhaps we might have a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc with dinner. What I’ve noticed with these is that they are not all the same; some actually taste terrible, and some are quite exquisite. I suspect it might be where they grow the grapes, even if it is in the same region.

And, later, I’ll take another look at the sidebar I decided to add and flesh it out a little more. In view of what is happening, it is rather fortuitous that it came out of left field because it will serve as a reminder that being home doesn’t mean they’re safe.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 11

Like yesterday, the Maple Leafs are playing again, and as much as I want to forsake it and get on with the story, the fact that we are down by a large margin at the end of the first period has allowed me to turn it off, or watch the stage a comeback.

Damn.

I stick with it.

Then, we made a decision to go and see a movie, Last Christmas, because it looked interesting when we saw the preview a few weeks ago.

That means missing half of the third period of ice hockey if we’re going there. Well, there’s always the live broadcast via the phone.

It is not easy driving a car and listening to a brilliant comeback by the Leafs, and the excitement in the car is almost at the same fever pitch as the commentators.

Alas, we lose.

As for the movie, it was everything we hoped for. Two delightful leads who didn’t overact, Emma Thompson as a Yugoslav, and Michelle Yeoh in a restrained performance that I’m unused to seeing her in. Perhaps Star Trek Discovery kick-arse was not needed here.

Christmas, no swearing, no killing sprees, a few songs, and a lesson hidden between the lines. What more could one ask for?

As for the story, I’m having a coffee, and then it’ll be time to get back into the groove.

Or watch Jack Ryan series 3…

A to Z – April – 2026 – J

J is for – Just when you think…

The way I saw it, the grass was always browner on the other side.

Josh was not particularly interested in my assessment of having affairs, as I had told him long ago that all they would cause was unnecessary grief.

And for what?

That aspect he had never explained in a manner that would convince me that the grass was not brown but green.

It was yet another Friday night in a bar renowned for what Josh called hook-ups, his description of married men and women looking for something on the side.

His specialty was one-night stands.

I went along only for the beer and to watch the machinations of people who were not satisfied with what they had.

Over and over again.  The only thing that didn’t surprise me was the jaded expressions.

“When you’re finally married, Robert, you’ll know exactly how I feel.”

He never got tired of telling how much he adored his wife, that he would never leave her, and that his Friday night was just to remove the boredom.

If I were married to Lucy, Josh’s wife, there would be no boredom or straying.

“I could not imagine being unsatisfied with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Of course, the opportunity to find the one hadn’t yet presented itself, and I sure as hell didn’t want to partake in what was on offer in this bar.

Not that I hadn’t been propositioned on numerous occasions.  I had found their reactions amusing when I declined.

“That might just about sum you up, Robert.  No sense of adventure.”

Be that as it may, it never stopped Josh from trying to hook me up with a double date.  Some had been interesting, but I had a rule not to date married women.  Being accosted by an angry husband was not on my wish list.

And a pity Josh had not got the memo.

“Well, that lack of adventure is about to be tested.”

He looked in the same direction as I was, to the end of the bar where two women were sitting, sipping drinks and surveying what was on offer.  I’d caught them looking at us more than once.  Well, Josh, maybe.  I doubted I’d raise an eyebrow.

“I’d go and introduce myself,” I said.  “They keep looking in your direction.”

Since I was there to provide an opinion on the participants, act as a wingman when necessary, and generally help his case, he knew I was not giving him a bum steer.

“Which one?’

“Redhead, though I doubt it’s her natural colour.  She’s more your type, sassy.”

That was his go-to type, brazen or sassy, the exact opposite of Lucy.

The other, younger, like a sister, cousin, or office junior, did not look like she was a willing participant, but then, what would I know?

“She is.”  He drank the rest of the Scotch and soda for the courage, slipped off his seat, and sauntered down to their end of the bar.

I didn’t watch after he reached them.  I didn’t want to know. 

The bartender came over, and I ordered another bottle of beer. A voice next to me said, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

A glance sideways told me it was the redhead’s friend.  Brunette, short, with a fringe.  There were, now she was closer, blue tinges through her hair.

Not sassy, but rebellious.  In other words, trouble.

I looked down at the end of the bar, and the red head and Josh were gone.

“What happened to your friend?”

“Went with Josh, possibly to a hotel.  He said you would take me home, but you don’t have to.”

“If Josh said I would, I will.  Do you want to go home?”

“Not yet.  The night is young, and I’m glad I don’t have to help Erica in her quest.  Please tell me you don’t either?”

So, either happily married, in a steady relationship, or like me, still looking, or not.

“No.  I come here just for the amusement of guessing who will end up with whom.”

The bartender put the bottles in front of us and moved on.

She looked at the label, took a sip, and then made a face that changed her whole demeanour. “How’s that going?”

“Like my own ability to pick who might be the woman of my dreams?  It seems I don’t understand the randomness.”

“Desperation, Robert, it’s called desperation.  And if you ask me, there’s an element of sex addiction.”

She knew my name.  Josh probably told her all about me, according to Josh, which was about as far from the truth as anyone could get.

“I’ve not yet reached the point of desperation.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to meet the one.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I don’t really know what I’m looking for.  And I don’t understand women at all because if I did, I certainly wouldn’t be here.”

“Odd.  I feel the same way.  Erica has no problem finding guys to do her bidding.”

“Is she married?”

“She says she is in an open relationship, whatever that means, but I know she’s unhappy with her husband.  He’s not adventurous at all.”

There was that word again.  Perhaps that was a prerequisite to visiting a place like this; you needed a sense of adventure.

“Why does that matter?”

“You should ask Josh.  Apparently, Erica thinks I need to find one, or I’ll be left on the shelf.”

More beer, more interesting changes in expression.  I don’t think she drank beer, which raised the question, why did she ask for one?

Then she added, almost randomly, “I do weekend rock climbing.  That’s all the adventure I need.”  Then the sudden switch in topics.  “So, tell me your criteria for what you think would be the one.”

OK.  I didn’t see that coming.  Usually, by now, the girl had moved on. 

“As I said…”

“You don’t know.  My belief is that you do, so hypothetically, what’s on the list?”

Surprisingly, she ordered more beer.  I wondered for a moment if she was one of those women who could drink a lot and not show any signs of it.  Unlike me, I could survive perhaps four bottles if I drank them slowly.

I had a feeling that whatever I might guess about this woman, chances were high I was completely wrong. 

Except that she was the opposite of the red head she had been with.

Or she was a very good actress.

“Does it matter what I think?”

“No.  But humour me.  The evening has not turned out the way I expected it would.”

What was she expecting?

“OK.  One.  She must be footloose and fancy free.”

“Not married or straying?  This, then, would hardly be the place to find such a partner?”

“Not my first choice, but I’m beginning to see that I should stop spending Friday nights with Josh.”

She smiled, and facets of her personality shone through.  “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, now I think about it.  Two.  She must like to try different cuisines at least once.  I try to, at least once a week.

“That should be on my list, you know, mothers’ old sayings, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Does anyone cook these days.  I have an apartment with a kitchen, but nothing in the pantry, and beer and juice in the refrigerator.”

“No wilting celery or mouldy cheese?”

“No.  It happened at the start when I had the best of intentions, then I started working twenty-hour days.”

“No rest for the wicked, then.”

“Except Friday night, and sometimes the odd weekend.”

“This weekend?”

“As it happens.  But, to continue…”

She liked driving conversations sideways.  I would have to pay more attention.  “Three.  She should not be afraid to travel second or third class, where the real adventure is.  I’m not necessarily cheap, just careful so I can do and see more.”

“Well, aren’t you the party pooper.  I couldn’t bear to travel in anything less than first class, or better still, the private jet.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, such was her serious expression.  Then she burst out laughing, perhaps in response to my bewildered expression.

Then, inexplicably, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  “You had me at one, Robert.  If you so desire, I would like you to take me to a new dining experience, one you haven’t been to before, and then, depending on your list and my list, maybe we could talk about this affinity you think you have with travelling third class.  What do you think?”

“I don’t know your name.”

“Elizabeth.  Liz, for short.  Call me Lizzy, and I’ll turn into the axe murderer you’re thinking I might be.”

“If I call you Elizabeth?”

“You would be confusing me with my mother.  So, sweep me off my feet.”

Challenge accepted.

©  Charles Heath  2025-2026

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 84

Day 84 – Writing and Legends

What Turns a “So‑So” Writer Into a Literary Legend?

There’s a thin line between anonymity and immortality. One moment, an author is tucked away on a dusty shelf, the next they’re quoted in classrooms, memes, and midnight conversations. What actually triggers that quantum leap?

Below, we’ll dissect the anatomy of the “legendary moment” and list the kinds of events that can catapult an ordinary writer into the pantheon of literary greatness.


1. The Mythic Turning Point: From “Good Enough” to “Unforgettable”

Every legend has a pivot—a moment that rewrites the narrative of their career. It’s rarely a single, tidy episode; rather, it’s a convergence of several forces that together reshape public perception:

ElementHow It WorksWhy It Matters
A breakthrough workA novel, essay, or collection that suddenly resonates on a massive scale.Gives the author a concrete artifact that people can point to and discuss.
Cultural timingThe book arrives at a moment when society is hungry for its themes (e.g., civil‑rights, tech anxiety, climate dread).The work becomes a cultural reference point rather than just a story.
Critical avalancheA cascade of rave reviews, prize nominations, and academic attention.Legitimises the work beyond commercial success.
Public intrigueScandal, mystery, or a charismatic author persona that fuels media buzz.Turns the writer into a character in their own story, feeding the legend mythos.
Longevity testThe book stays in print, is taught in schools, or sees resurgence decades later.Proves the work isn’t a flash‑in‑the‑pan but a lasting contribution.

When at least three of these elements line up, the ordinary writer steps into the legendary arena.


2. Classic Catalysts: Events That Spark Legend Status

Below are the most common—and most powerful—catalysts that have launched writers from obscurity to legend.

#EventReal‑World ExampleWhat Made It Legendary
1Winning a Major Award (Pulitzer, Booker, Nobel, etc.)Gabriel García Márquez – Nobel Prize 1982The award validated his magical realism and turned “One Hundred Years of Solitude” into a global textbook.
2Adaptation to Film/TVMargaret Atwood – The Handmaid’s Tale (TV series)The visual medium re‑introduced her work to a new generation, cementing her as a cultural touchstone.
3Cultural Resonance During a CrisisErnest Hemingway – “The Old Man and the Sea” (post‑WWII)The stoic hero mirrored the world’s desire for resilience after war.
4Controversial Public PersonaOscar Wilde – Trials for “gross indecency”The scandal amplified his wit and epigrams, making him a martyr for artistic freedom.
5Academic AdoptionJames Baldwin – “Notes of a Native Son” (college curricula)Institutional endorsement turned his essays into essential reading, ensuring perpetual relevance.
6Rediscovery/ReissueZora Neale Hurston – “Their Eyes Were Watching God” (1970s Black feminist revival)A lost masterpiece resurfaced, granting Hurston posthumous fame.
7Viral Social Media MomentMegan Rapinoe – “The Captain” (poem shared on TikTok)A short excerpt exploded online, turning a niche poet into a household name overnight.
8Cross‑Genre MasteryNeil Gaiman – From comics (“Sandman”) to novels (“American Gods”)Mastery across mediums broadened his audience and cemented his mythic status.
9Personal Tragedy that Inspires ArtJoan Didion – “The Year of Magical Thinking” (after husband’s death)The raw honesty forged a bond with readers, converting personal grief into collective catharsis.
10Institutional MilestoneHarper Lee – “To Kill a Mockingbird” becoming the most‑borrowed book in librariesA measurable metric that demonstrates pervasive cultural impact.

Takeaway: The path to legend is rarely linear. It often blends personal triumphs, societal currents, and institutional endorsement.


3. The “Legend Blueprint” – How Emerging Writers Can Spot Their Turning Point

StepActionWhy It Helps
1. Identify the Core “Why”Pinpoint the universal truth or emotional core of your work.Legends tap into something timeless that transcends trends.
2. Align with the ZeitgeistResearch current cultural conversations (e.g., climate change, digital identity).Timing can amplify your message dramatically.
3. Build a Platform EarlyCultivate a readership on blogs, newsletters, or podcasts.When the breakthrough arrives, you already have ears listening.
4. Court Critical AttentionSend ARC copies to reviewers, participate in literary festivals.Early buzz can snowball into a critical avalanche.
5. Leverage AdaptationsPitch your work for stage, film, or audio formats.Visual/aural adaptations broaden exposure beyond the book market.
6. Embrace the NarrativeOwn your story—whether it’s a scandal, a humble background, or a unique writing process.The author’s life becomes part of the myth, attracting curiosity.
7. Plan for LongevityWrite with themes that can be re‑examined in future eras; consider translation rights.Longevity cements a legend’s place in the canon.

4. The Dark Side: When Legend Attempts Backfire

Not every turning point leads to a sustainable legend. Some events—overexposure, mismanaged fame, or a single “hit” that overshadows the rest of an author’s oeuvre—can trap a writer in a “one‑hit‑wonder” status.

Red flags to watch:

  • The “Cult Classic” Trap: A book gains a fervent fanbase but never crosses into the mainstream.
  • Scandal Fatigue: Public controversy eclipses the work itself, leaving the author remembered for drama rather than craft.
  • Award Dependency: A writer whose reputation hinges solely on a prize may fade once the award cycle moves on.

Solution: Keep creating. A legend is built on a body of work, not just a single event.


5. A Quick Checklist for “Is My Legend in the Making?”

  •  Breakthrough Work – Do you have a piece that feels right for the moment?
  •  Cultural Alignment – Does it touch on a conversation people are already having?
  •  Critical Echo – Have reviewers, scholars, or influencers started talking about you?
  •  Public Narrative – Is there a compelling story about you that the media can latch onto?
  •  Longevity Signals – Are libraries, schools, or translation houses showing interest?

If you’re checking at least three boxes, you’re probably standing on the threshold of legend.


Closing Thought: Legends Are Made, Not Born

The transformation from “so‑so” writer to literary legend is rarely a single spark. It’s a confluence—a breakthrough work that arrives at the right cultural moment, amplified by critical praise, media intrigue, and lasting relevance.

While we can’t control every variable, we can prepare—write with honesty, stay attuned to the world’s pulse, and nurture the ecosystems (readers, critics, adapters) that will carry our words forward.

When the turning point finally arrives, it will feel less like a sudden lightning strike and more like a door opening that you’ve been quietly building all along.

Your next chapter? Start mapping the catalysts that resonate with your voice today. The legend you’ll become may just be a single, well‑timed event away.

Happy writing, and may your story become the story people tell for generations.


If you found this post useful, share it with fellow writers, and let’s keep the conversation alive in the comments below. What turning point do you think defines a legend today?

A to Z – April – 2026 – J

J is for – Just when you think…

The way I saw it, the grass was always browner on the other side.

Josh was not particularly interested in my assessment of having affairs, as I had told him long ago that all they would cause was unnecessary grief.

And for what?

That aspect he had never explained in a manner that would convince me that the grass was not brown but green.

It was yet another Friday night in a bar renowned for what Josh called hook-ups, his description of married men and women looking for something on the side.

His specialty was one-night stands.

I went along only for the beer and to watch the machinations of people who were not satisfied with what they had.

Over and over again.  The only thing that didn’t surprise me was the jaded expressions.

“When you’re finally married, Robert, you’ll know exactly how I feel.”

He never got tired of telling how much he adored his wife, that he would never leave her, and that his Friday night was just to remove the boredom.

If I were married to Lucy, Josh’s wife, there would be no boredom or straying.

“I could not imagine being unsatisfied with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Of course, the opportunity to find the one hadn’t yet presented itself, and I sure as hell didn’t want to partake in what was on offer in this bar.

Not that I hadn’t been propositioned on numerous occasions.  I had found their reactions amusing when I declined.

“That might just about sum you up, Robert.  No sense of adventure.”

Be that as it may, it never stopped Josh from trying to hook me up with a double date.  Some had been interesting, but I had a rule not to date married women.  Being accosted by an angry husband was not on my wish list.

And a pity Josh had not got the memo.

“Well, that lack of adventure is about to be tested.”

He looked in the same direction as I was, to the end of the bar where two women were sitting, sipping drinks and surveying what was on offer.  I’d caught them looking at us more than once.  Well, Josh, maybe.  I doubted I’d raise an eyebrow.

“I’d go and introduce myself,” I said.  “They keep looking in your direction.”

Since I was there to provide an opinion on the participants, act as a wingman when necessary, and generally help his case, he knew I was not giving him a bum steer.

“Which one?’

“Redhead, though I doubt it’s her natural colour.  She’s more your type, sassy.”

That was his go-to type, brazen or sassy, the exact opposite of Lucy.

The other, younger, like a sister, cousin, or office junior, did not look like she was a willing participant, but then, what would I know?

“She is.”  He drank the rest of the Scotch and soda for the courage, slipped off his seat, and sauntered down to their end of the bar.

I didn’t watch after he reached them.  I didn’t want to know. 

The bartender came over, and I ordered another bottle of beer. A voice next to me said, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

A glance sideways told me it was the redhead’s friend.  Brunette, short, with a fringe.  There were, now she was closer, blue tinges through her hair.

Not sassy, but rebellious.  In other words, trouble.

I looked down at the end of the bar, and the red head and Josh were gone.

“What happened to your friend?”

“Went with Josh, possibly to a hotel.  He said you would take me home, but you don’t have to.”

“If Josh said I would, I will.  Do you want to go home?”

“Not yet.  The night is young, and I’m glad I don’t have to help Erica in her quest.  Please tell me you don’t either?”

So, either happily married, in a steady relationship, or like me, still looking, or not.

“No.  I come here just for the amusement of guessing who will end up with whom.”

The bartender put the bottles in front of us and moved on.

She looked at the label, took a sip, and then made a face that changed her whole demeanour. “How’s that going?”

“Like my own ability to pick who might be the woman of my dreams?  It seems I don’t understand the randomness.”

“Desperation, Robert, it’s called desperation.  And if you ask me, there’s an element of sex addiction.”

She knew my name.  Josh probably told her all about me, according to Josh, which was about as far from the truth as anyone could get.

“I’ve not yet reached the point of desperation.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to meet the one.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I don’t really know what I’m looking for.  And I don’t understand women at all because if I did, I certainly wouldn’t be here.”

“Odd.  I feel the same way.  Erica has no problem finding guys to do her bidding.”

“Is she married?”

“She says she is in an open relationship, whatever that means, but I know she’s unhappy with her husband.  He’s not adventurous at all.”

There was that word again.  Perhaps that was a prerequisite to visiting a place like this; you needed a sense of adventure.

“Why does that matter?”

“You should ask Josh.  Apparently, Erica thinks I need to find one, or I’ll be left on the shelf.”

More beer, more interesting changes in expression.  I don’t think she drank beer, which raised the question, why did she ask for one?

Then she added, almost randomly, “I do weekend rock climbing.  That’s all the adventure I need.”  Then the sudden switch in topics.  “So, tell me your criteria for what you think would be the one.”

OK.  I didn’t see that coming.  Usually, by now, the girl had moved on. 

“As I said…”

“You don’t know.  My belief is that you do, so hypothetically, what’s on the list?”

Surprisingly, she ordered more beer.  I wondered for a moment if she was one of those women who could drink a lot and not show any signs of it.  Unlike me, I could survive perhaps four bottles if I drank them slowly.

I had a feeling that whatever I might guess about this woman, chances were high I was completely wrong. 

Except that she was the opposite of the red head she had been with.

Or she was a very good actress.

“Does it matter what I think?”

“No.  But humour me.  The evening has not turned out the way I expected it would.”

What was she expecting?

“OK.  One.  She must be footloose and fancy free.”

“Not married or straying?  This, then, would hardly be the place to find such a partner?”

“Not my first choice, but I’m beginning to see that I should stop spending Friday nights with Josh.”

She smiled, and facets of her personality shone through.  “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, now I think about it.  Two.  She must like to try different cuisines at least once.  I try to, at least once a week.

“That should be on my list, you know, mothers’ old sayings, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Does anyone cook these days.  I have an apartment with a kitchen, but nothing in the pantry, and beer and juice in the refrigerator.”

“No wilting celery or mouldy cheese?”

“No.  It happened at the start when I had the best of intentions, then I started working twenty-hour days.”

“No rest for the wicked, then.”

“Except Friday night, and sometimes the odd weekend.”

“This weekend?”

“As it happens.  But, to continue…”

She liked driving conversations sideways.  I would have to pay more attention.  “Three.  She should not be afraid to travel second or third class, where the real adventure is.  I’m not necessarily cheap, just careful so I can do and see more.”

“Well, aren’t you the party pooper.  I couldn’t bear to travel in anything less than first class, or better still, the private jet.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, such was her serious expression.  Then she burst out laughing, perhaps in response to my bewildered expression.

Then, inexplicably, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  “You had me at one, Robert.  If you so desire, I would like you to take me to a new dining experience, one you haven’t been to before, and then, depending on your list and my list, maybe we could talk about this affinity you think you have with travelling third class.  What do you think?”

“I don’t know your name.”

“Elizabeth.  Liz, for short.  Call me Lizzy, and I’ll turn into the axe murderer you’re thinking I might be.”

“If I call you Elizabeth?”

“You would be confusing me with my mother.  So, sweep me off my feet.”

Challenge accepted.

©  Charles Heath  2025-2026