“People have a way of surprising you…” – A short story

Last days were supposed to be joyous, the end of your working life and the start of the rest of your life.

I’d spent the last 35 years working for the company, navigating through three buyouts, five name changes, and three restructures. I was surprised I was still employed after the last, only two years before.

But, here I was, sitting in the divisional manager’s office, my office for one more day, with my successor, Jerry, and best friend, sitting on the other side.

“Last day, what are you thinking?” He asked casually.

It might have been early, but we both had a glass of scotch, a single malt I’d kept aside for an important occasion and this seemed like one.

I picked up the glass and surveyed the contents, giving myself a few moments to consider an answer to what could be a difficult question. To be honest, the thinking had started on the subway on the way in, when I should have been working on the crossword, but instead, I was lamenting the fact that the next chapter of my life would be without Ellen.

We would have been married, coincidently, 43 years ago today, had she been alive. Unfortunately, she had died suddenly about four months ago, after a long battle with cancer.

And I still hadn’t had time to process it. Truth is, it had been work that kept me together, and I was worried about what was going to happen when it would no longer there.

To a certain extent, I was still on autopilot, her death coming in the middle of a major disaster concerning the company, one that had finally, and successfully, been brought to a conclusion with favorable results for everyone.

But what was I thinking right then, at that precise moment in time? Not something he would want to hear, so I made the necessary adjustment. “That I’m basically leaving you a clean slate, so don’t screw it up.”

I could see that was not what he wanted to hear.

He decided to take a different tack. “What have you got planned for the first day of retirement.”

He knew about Ellen and had been there for me, above and beyond what could have been expected from anyone. I owed him more than a platitude.

“Sleep in, probably, but I’m going to be fighting that body clock. It’s going to be difficult after so many years getting up the same time, rail hail or shine. But we had plans to go away for a few months, you know, the trip of a lifetime, then move. Ellen wanted to go back home for a while, now, I’m not sure what I’m going to do.”

“Then perhaps you should, or at the very least, go home for a while. You said you both come from there; who knows, being back among family might just be what you need.”

It was something I had been thinking about and had been issued an open-ended invitation from her parents to come and stay for as long as I wanted, one that I was seriously considering.

But, before I could tell him that, the phone rang.

Never a dull day…
The day went quickly, and as much as it was expected I’d hand over anything that happened to my successor, I couldn’t quite let go. There was the proverbial storm in a teacup, but it was a good opportunity to watch the man who was taking over in action. He had a great teacher, even if I said so myself.

But it was the end of the day and the moment I had been dreading. I’d asked the personnel manager not to make a big deal out of my departure, and that I didn’t want the usual sendoff, where everyone in the office came and I would find myself at a loss of words and feel like I had to speak to a lot of people I didn’t really know.

There were only about a dozen that I really knew, a dozen that had survived the layoffs and restructuring, and although there were others, I didn’t have anything to do with them. My last job took me out of the office more than being there, and so many of the other people were from offices scattered all up and down the east coast.

I’d mostly said my goodbyes to them on the last quarterly visit. Sixteen offices, fifty-odd employees who were as much friends as they were staff who worked for me. There had been small dinners and heartfelt moments.

This I was hoping would be the same.

Jerry had been charged with the responsibility of getting me to the presentation; they called it a presentation because I had no doubt there would be a presentation of some sort. I had told the CEO a handshake and a couple of drinks would suffice, and he just congenially nodded.

Jerry had taken the manager’s chair and I was sitting on the other side of the table. We’d finished off the last of the single malt, and dirt was time to go. I closed the door to the office for the last time, and we walked along the passage towards the dining room. It was a perk I’d fought hard to keep during the last restructure when the money men were trying to cut costs.

It was one of the few battles I won.

He opened the door and stood to one side, and ushered me through.

It was a very large space, usually filled with tables, chairs, and diners. Now it was filled with people, leaving a passageway from the door to a podium that had been set up in front of the servery, where a large curtain stretched across the width of the building with the company logo displayed on it.

There were 2,300 people who worked in this office and another 700 from the regional offices. By the look of the crowd, every single one of them was there.

It took fifteen minutes to get from the door to the podium. Faces of people I’d seen every day, faces I’d seen a few times a year, and faces I’d never seen before. On the podium there was a dozen more, faces I’d only seen in the Annual Accounts document, except for the General Manager and the CEO.

“You will be pleased to know everyone here wanted to come and bid you farewell,” the General Manager said.

“Everyone? Why?”

“Well, I’ve learned a lot about this company and its people over the last week, and frankly, people have a way of surprising you. And given the impact you have had on each and every one of them, I’m not surprised. So much so, they wanted to give you something to remember them by.”

A nod of the head and the curtains were pulled back, and behind them was an original 1968 XJ6 Jaguar, fully restored, a very familiar XJ6. The car had belonged to Helen and I had to sell it to help pay the medical bills. It had been a gut-wrenching experience, coming at a time when everything that was happened to her almost overwhelmed me.

“Jerry told us about this particular car, so all of your friends thought, as a fitting memory to you and of her, that we should find it and restore it. Everyone here contributed. It is our gift to you for everything you have done for us.”

So much for the usual sendoff…

—-

© Charles Heath 2020-2021

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 93

Day 93 – This is your life!

The Art of Timing: When is the Right Moment to Write Your Memoir?

You’ve lived a life full of twists, turns, heartbreaks, and triumphs. You feel the itch to put it all on the page—to organise the chaos of your past into a narrative that others can learn from. But then, the nagging question creeps in: Is it too soon?

We often hear that “everyone has a book in them,” but not everyone understands that a memoir is not just an autobiography—it’s a carefully curated work of art. If you’re wondering when to sit down and start writing, consider this your guide to finding the right moment.

The “Age 20” Trap: Why Gravitas Matters

It’s easy to feel like you’ve lived a lifetime by the time you hit your twenties. Perhaps you’ve travelled, fallen in love, or survived a difficult season. While your story is undoubtedly valid, it may lack the perspective required for a compelling memoir.

Writing a memoir requires emotional distance. If you are still in the thick of the trauma, the anger, or the immediate aftermath of a life-changing event, you are likely writing a diary, not a memoir. Diaries are for processing; memoirs are for reflecting.

At twenty, your life is still in the “active” phase. You are the protagonist, but you aren’t yet the historian of your own existence. Gravitas—the weight, the wisdom, and the “so what?” factor—usually comes when you can look back at your younger self with compassion rather than reactiveness. You need enough time to have passed so that you can see how the dots connected, not just how they hit you in the moment.

The Key Ingredients of a Compelling Memoir

A great memoir isn’t just a chronological list of dates and events. It is a transformation arc. To move your story from a personal journal to a page-turner, you need to infuse it with these three ingredients:

1. The Universal Theme

The biggest mistake aspiring memoirists make is assuming people want to read about them. The truth is, readers want to read about themselves through your experiences. Your memoir needs a universal theme—grief, resilience, the search for identity, or the complexity of forgiveness. If your story can act as a mirror for the reader, you have a winner.

2. The “Reflective Narrator”

Readers don’t just want to see the person who was making mistakes at 22; they want to hear from the person you are today. How has your understanding of the past shifted? The tension between who you were then and who you are now is where the “gravitas” lives. You must be willing to analyse your own motivations, even the ones that aren’t particularly flattering.

3. The Vulnerability Threshold

If you aren’t sweating a little bit while you write, you probably aren’t being honest enough. A compelling memoir requires you to strip away the ego. If you portray yourself as the hero of every chapter, the reader will lose interest. We connect with human flaws, failed ambitions, and the quiet moments of realisation. Ask yourself: Am I holding back to protect my image, or am I laying it all out to serve the story?

So, How Long Should You Wait?

There is no specific year on the calendar that signals “you are ready.” Instead, ask yourself these three questions:

  • Can I write about this without wanting to exact revenge? (If you’re writing to settle scores, it’s not ready.)
  • Do I understand the “Why”? (Can you explain what your story teaches you about the human condition?)
  • Is the wound a scar, or is it still bleeding? (If it’s still bleeding, use your journal. When it becomes a scar, start your memoir.)

Writing a memoir is an act of archaeology. You are digging through the layers of your identity to find the fossilized truths that remain. Take your time. Let the story settle. When the urgency to scream your story matches the clarity to understand it—that is when you are ready to write.


Are you working on your story? What’s the biggest challenge you’re facing in capturing your past? Let’s discuss in the comments below.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 20

It’s now two-thirds of the way through, and I’m making great progress.

The consequences of the twist that happened yesterday did not have much of an effect on the planned storyline, so it’s full steam ahead.

This story is going to be longer than 50,000 words, as, at the moment, the count is just under 40,000 words.

So far, I have 8 chapters in Part 1

9 chapters in Part 2, with one to be edited (outline is written)

24 chapters in Part 3, with 2 to be edited (also have outlines written)

Looking at the plan, there are approximately 9 more chapters to be edited, and then,

3 or 4 chapters in Part 4 to wrap it up

My best guess, this story will come in at around 70,000 words.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 19

As a result of a sit-down with Chester, who has been keeping an eye on the progress of the project, or at least that’s what he thinks, we’ve decided that there’s going to be a slight change.

Plan or not, writing the story was always going to go the way the characters want to go, and I’ve decided that the two protagonists are not going to have a happily ever after.

They can’t.

It was a pie in the sky notion that they could, given the nature of their professions. But it’s not only that; it comes down to the plans their employer has for them, and it certainly isn’t for them to be together.

So, the way it’s written, they were about to have that intimate moment when common sense took over, and instead of being together, they are apart in her apartment.

She wanted him to stay, he wanted to stay, but there are forces in play that dictate caution.

Then the plot twist no one saw coming.

I’m excited about the next ten days.

Stay tuned

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 92

Day 92 – Holidays – Bah, humbug

The Blank Page, The Burnout, and the Necessity of Leaving Your Desk

There is a specific kind of romanticism attached to the image of the “tortured writer.” We envision the solitary figure, hunched over a desk in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of paper and empty coffee mugs, finding their ultimate bliss in the quiet hum of creation.

If your ideal scenario—your slice of heaven—is sitting in a silent room with nothing but a blank sheet of paper and a pen, you might be wondering: Is there something wrong with me?

The short answer? No. But there is a danger in confusing “solitude” with “stagnation.”

The Comfort of the Void

For many of us, the blank page is the ultimate sanctuary. It is a space of pure potential, untainted by the messy, demanding realities of the outside world. When the world feels loud, chaotic, or overwhelming, the blank page is the only place where we can impose order. It’s a controlled environment where we are the architects of the universe.

However, that sanctuary can quickly become a cage. When you retreat into the vacuum of your own mind for too long, your writing begins to suffer. It loses its vitality, its texture, and its connection to the very thing it’s supposed to reflect: life.

The Myth of the Perpetual Engine

We feel guilty when we stop. We worry that if we step away from the desk, we’ll lose our momentum, our “voice,” or our discipline. But here is a hard truth every writer needs to internalise: To write about life, you must actually live it.

If you spend every waking hour staring at a blank page, you are not refilling the well; you are just watching the bottom of the bucket. Eventually, the well runs dry.

When you force yourself to stay in that room, you aren’t just risking a “writer’s block” or a mediocre draft; you are risking a breakdown. Writing requires a massive expenditure of emotional and intellectual energy. It is an act of extraction. If you never replenish, you begin to run on fumes. You become irritable, exhausted, and—perhaps worst of all—your writing starts to sound like a rehash of a rehash.

Why You Need to “Get Out”

Taking a break isn’t an act of laziness; it is a vital part of the creative process. Here is why you need to leave the room:

1. You need input to create output. Inspiration is rarely found at the desk. It is found in the way a stranger speaks on the bus, the changing colour of the leaves in the park, the frustrating delay of a train, or the taste of a meal you didn’t have to cook yourself. These experiences provide the “raw material” for your stories. Without them, your writing becomes abstract and hollow.

2. The subconscious needs room to breathe. Have you ever noticed that your best ideas come in the shower or while you’re out for a walk? That’s because your brain is a problem-solving machine that works best when it’s distracted. By stepping away, you give your subconscious permission to connect the dots that your conscious mind was too stubborn to see.

3. Perspective is a cure for perfectionism. When we sit in a room for too long, we lose our sense of proportion. A single paragraph feels like a life-or-death struggle. A week away from the work allows you to come back with fresh eyes, seeing the flaws you were blind to and the potential you had buried under anxiety.

The Holiday is Part of the Work

If you are currently feeling like the “ideal situation” of the blank page is starting to feel more like a prison cell, take it as your sign: Go on holiday.

It doesn’t need to be an exotic excursion. Go to a museum, sit in a crowded cafe, take a hike, or simply spend a weekend completely disconnected from your project. Give yourself the gift of being a person for a few days, rather than a “writer.”

When you return to that desk, you won’t be returning to a cage. You’ll be returning with pockets full of observations, a rested nervous system, and a surplus of energy.

The blank page will still be there. It’s not going anywhere. But it will be waiting for a version of you that has something new to say.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 92

Day 92 – Holidays – Bah, humbug

The Blank Page, The Burnout, and the Necessity of Leaving Your Desk

There is a specific kind of romanticism attached to the image of the “tortured writer.” We envision the solitary figure, hunched over a desk in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of paper and empty coffee mugs, finding their ultimate bliss in the quiet hum of creation.

If your ideal scenario—your slice of heaven—is sitting in a silent room with nothing but a blank sheet of paper and a pen, you might be wondering: Is there something wrong with me?

The short answer? No. But there is a danger in confusing “solitude” with “stagnation.”

The Comfort of the Void

For many of us, the blank page is the ultimate sanctuary. It is a space of pure potential, untainted by the messy, demanding realities of the outside world. When the world feels loud, chaotic, or overwhelming, the blank page is the only place where we can impose order. It’s a controlled environment where we are the architects of the universe.

However, that sanctuary can quickly become a cage. When you retreat into the vacuum of your own mind for too long, your writing begins to suffer. It loses its vitality, its texture, and its connection to the very thing it’s supposed to reflect: life.

The Myth of the Perpetual Engine

We feel guilty when we stop. We worry that if we step away from the desk, we’ll lose our momentum, our “voice,” or our discipline. But here is a hard truth every writer needs to internalise: To write about life, you must actually live it.

If you spend every waking hour staring at a blank page, you are not refilling the well; you are just watching the bottom of the bucket. Eventually, the well runs dry.

When you force yourself to stay in that room, you aren’t just risking a “writer’s block” or a mediocre draft; you are risking a breakdown. Writing requires a massive expenditure of emotional and intellectual energy. It is an act of extraction. If you never replenish, you begin to run on fumes. You become irritable, exhausted, and—perhaps worst of all—your writing starts to sound like a rehash of a rehash.

Why You Need to “Get Out”

Taking a break isn’t an act of laziness; it is a vital part of the creative process. Here is why you need to leave the room:

1. You need input to create output. Inspiration is rarely found at the desk. It is found in the way a stranger speaks on the bus, the changing colour of the leaves in the park, the frustrating delay of a train, or the taste of a meal you didn’t have to cook yourself. These experiences provide the “raw material” for your stories. Without them, your writing becomes abstract and hollow.

2. The subconscious needs room to breathe. Have you ever noticed that your best ideas come in the shower or while you’re out for a walk? That’s because your brain is a problem-solving machine that works best when it’s distracted. By stepping away, you give your subconscious permission to connect the dots that your conscious mind was too stubborn to see.

3. Perspective is a cure for perfectionism. When we sit in a room for too long, we lose our sense of proportion. A single paragraph feels like a life-or-death struggle. A week away from the work allows you to come back with fresh eyes, seeing the flaws you were blind to and the potential you had buried under anxiety.

The Holiday is Part of the Work

If you are currently feeling like the “ideal situation” of the blank page is starting to feel more like a prison cell, take it as your sign: Go on holiday.

It doesn’t need to be an exotic excursion. Go to a museum, sit in a crowded cafe, take a hike, or simply spend a weekend completely disconnected from your project. Give yourself the gift of being a person for a few days, rather than a “writer.”

When you return to that desk, you won’t be returning to a cage. You’ll be returning with pockets full of observations, a rested nervous system, and a surplus of energy.

The blank page will still be there. It’s not going anywhere. But it will be waiting for a version of you that has something new to say.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 19

As a result of a sit-down with Chester, who has been keeping an eye on the progress of the project, or at least that’s what he thinks, we’ve decided that there’s going to be a slight change.

Plan or not, writing the story was always going to go the way the characters want to go, and I’ve decided that the two protagonists are not going to have a happily ever after.

They can’t.

It was a pie in the sky notion that they could, given the nature of their professions. But it’s not only that; it comes down to the plans their employer has for them, and it certainly isn’t for them to be together.

So, the way it’s written, they were about to have that intimate moment when common sense took over, and instead of being together, they are apart in her apartment.

She wanted him to stay, he wanted to stay, but there are forces in play that dictate caution.

Then the plot twist no one saw coming.

I’m excited about the next ten days.

Stay tuned

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 18

The problems of the day before are gone, and I get back to the plan.

Today I have concentrated on the side excursion I’d come up with the other day and thought it could wait, but I’m at a point, further on, where I need to have this written to feed into the main story.

I’m in two minds about how this should be written because I had two possible outcomes sketched out two possible outcomes, and one leads to quite a different ending.

The plan, son, the plan!

I edit it as it should be, and the other outcome gets crossed out, and the outline is sent to the ‘to be written sometime in the future’ pile.  It’s a strong enough ending to power its own story.

I might even become a sequel.

Hang on, don’t get carried away.  Get this one finished first.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 91

Day 91 – The writing sprint inspired by an event years before

The Myth of the “Overnight” Success: What Jack Kerouac Can Teach Us About Creativity

We love the narrative of the “lightning bolt.” We want to believe that great art—the kind that defines a generation—is born in a flash of divine inspiration.

Take Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. The legend goes that he wrote the entire, sprawling masterpiece in one manic, caffeine-fueled, three-week sprint. It’s the ultimate romantic story for writers: lock yourself in a room, feed paper into a typewriter, and emerge with a bestseller.

But if we stop there, we miss the most important part of the process. We ignore the seven years of gasoline, asphalt, jazz clubs, and heartbreak that happened before the paper hit the typewriter.

The Seven-Year “Incubation”

Before that legendary three-week sprint in 1951, Kerouac wasn’t just sitting around waiting for a muse. He was living. He was riding buses across the American landscape, working on railroads, observing the rhythm of the beatniks, and—crucially—filling notebooks with sketches and observations.

He was conducting a seven-year masterclass in experience.

When people ask, “Is it really possible to write a bestseller in three weeks?” the answer is both yes and no. You can write the draft in three weeks, but you cannot live the life in three weeks.

Kerouac didn’t “write” On the Road in three weeks; he transcribed seven years of accumulated soul-searching. The writing was the harvest; the seven years were the soil, the rain, and the seasons.

Why Your “Sprints” Are Only as Good as Your “Strolls”

Many aspiring writers get stuck because they try to force the sprint without doing the strolling. They want the climax of the creative process without the tedious, often messy work of gathering material.

If you are feeling blocked, perhaps you aren’t lacking “inspiration.” Perhaps you are simply lacking input.

Creativity is a digestive process. You consume the world—people, conversations, nature, failure, thrill—and your subconscious ferments these experiences until they are ready to be poured out. If you try to sprint when your internal tank is empty, you’ll find yourself staring at a blank cursor, terrified.

The Power of the “Controlled Spill”

Kerouac’s three-week sprint was successful because it was a controlled spill. He had spent years thinking about the story, dreaming about the characters, and refining his voice. By the time he rolled that 120-foot scroll of paper into his typewriter, the story was already finished in his mind. He just had to get out of its way.

Here is how you can apply the “Kerouac Method” to your own work:

  1. Stop Trying to Sprint Every Day: You will burn out. Use your “off-days” to experience life. Collect curiosities. Write down fragments of dialogue. Store up the images that move you.
  2. Trust the Incubation Period: The best ideas often sit in the back of your brain for years. Don’t force them onto the page until they feel heavy, until they are practically vibrating and demanding to be let out.
  3. Prepare the Environment: When the time comes to sprint, clear the deck. Eliminate the distractions. Make the physical act of writing as seamless as possible. Kerouac famously used a continuous scroll to avoid the “interruption” of changing pages. Find your version of that.
  4. Accept the Mess: A three-week sprint is not about perfection; it’s about velocity. Leave the editing for a later date. Your goal during the sprint is to capture the lightning, not to organise the storm.

The Lesson

The myth of the three-week bestseller is a dangerous one if you think it means you can skip the hard work of living. But it is an empowering one if you realise that your life is your research.

Every conversation you have, every mile you travel, and every heartbreak you endure is a brick in the foundation of your future masterpiece. Spend your years gathering the material, and then, when the pressure becomes too much to hold inside, give yourself permission to run.

You might just find that you’re capable of writing your own version of brilliance.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 91

Day 91 – The writing sprint inspired by an event years before

The Myth of the “Overnight” Success: What Jack Kerouac Can Teach Us About Creativity

We love the narrative of the “lightning bolt.” We want to believe that great art—the kind that defines a generation—is born in a flash of divine inspiration.

Take Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. The legend goes that he wrote the entire, sprawling masterpiece in one manic, caffeine-fueled, three-week sprint. It’s the ultimate romantic story for writers: lock yourself in a room, feed paper into a typewriter, and emerge with a bestseller.

But if we stop there, we miss the most important part of the process. We ignore the seven years of gasoline, asphalt, jazz clubs, and heartbreak that happened before the paper hit the typewriter.

The Seven-Year “Incubation”

Before that legendary three-week sprint in 1951, Kerouac wasn’t just sitting around waiting for a muse. He was living. He was riding buses across the American landscape, working on railroads, observing the rhythm of the beatniks, and—crucially—filling notebooks with sketches and observations.

He was conducting a seven-year masterclass in experience.

When people ask, “Is it really possible to write a bestseller in three weeks?” the answer is both yes and no. You can write the draft in three weeks, but you cannot live the life in three weeks.

Kerouac didn’t “write” On the Road in three weeks; he transcribed seven years of accumulated soul-searching. The writing was the harvest; the seven years were the soil, the rain, and the seasons.

Why Your “Sprints” Are Only as Good as Your “Strolls”

Many aspiring writers get stuck because they try to force the sprint without doing the strolling. They want the climax of the creative process without the tedious, often messy work of gathering material.

If you are feeling blocked, perhaps you aren’t lacking “inspiration.” Perhaps you are simply lacking input.

Creativity is a digestive process. You consume the world—people, conversations, nature, failure, thrill—and your subconscious ferments these experiences until they are ready to be poured out. If you try to sprint when your internal tank is empty, you’ll find yourself staring at a blank cursor, terrified.

The Power of the “Controlled Spill”

Kerouac’s three-week sprint was successful because it was a controlled spill. He had spent years thinking about the story, dreaming about the characters, and refining his voice. By the time he rolled that 120-foot scroll of paper into his typewriter, the story was already finished in his mind. He just had to get out of its way.

Here is how you can apply the “Kerouac Method” to your own work:

  1. Stop Trying to Sprint Every Day: You will burn out. Use your “off-days” to experience life. Collect curiosities. Write down fragments of dialogue. Store up the images that move you.
  2. Trust the Incubation Period: The best ideas often sit in the back of your brain for years. Don’t force them onto the page until they feel heavy, until they are practically vibrating and demanding to be let out.
  3. Prepare the Environment: When the time comes to sprint, clear the deck. Eliminate the distractions. Make the physical act of writing as seamless as possible. Kerouac famously used a continuous scroll to avoid the “interruption” of changing pages. Find your version of that.
  4. Accept the Mess: A three-week sprint is not about perfection; it’s about velocity. Leave the editing for a later date. Your goal during the sprint is to capture the lightning, not to organise the storm.

The Lesson

The myth of the three-week bestseller is a dangerous one if you think it means you can skip the hard work of living. But it is an empowering one if you realise that your life is your research.

Every conversation you have, every mile you travel, and every heartbreak you endure is a brick in the foundation of your future masterpiece. Spend your years gathering the material, and then, when the pressure becomes too much to hold inside, give yourself permission to run.

You might just find that you’re capable of writing your own version of brilliance.