Anthony
Burgess was 40 when he learned that he had only one year to live. He had a
brain tumor that would kill him within a year. He knew he had a battle on his
hands. He was completely broke at the time, and he didn't have anything to
leave behind for his wife, Lynne, soon to be a window.
Burgess
had never been a professional novelist in the past, but he always knew the
potential was inside him to be a writer. So, for the sole purpose of leaving
royalties behind for his wife, he put a piece of paper into a typewriter and
began writing. He had no certainty that he would even be published, but he
couldn't think of anything else to do.
"It
was January of 1960," he said, "and according to the prognosis, I had
a winter and spring and summer to live through, and would die with the fail of
the leaf."
In
that time Burgess wrote energetically, finishing five and a half novels before
the year wad through (very nearly the entire lifetime output of E.M. Forster,
and almost twice that of J. D. Salinger.)
But
Burgess did not die. His cancer had gone into remission and then disappeared
altogether. In his long and full life as a novelist (he is best known for A
Clock-work Orange), he wrote more than 70 books, but without the death sentence
from cancer, he may not have written at all.
Many
of us are like Anthony Burgess, hiding greatness inside, waiting for some
external emergency to bring it out. Ask yourself what you'd do if you had
Anthony Burgess's original predicament. " If I had just a year to live,
how would I live differently? What exactly would I do?"
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