We dipped down the dark highway, she picked at her cleats, and fixed up her hair. She rubbed her muscles and checked her gear. I listened.
“Lincoln,” the movie, is arriving in theaters, the honey-toned voice of Scott Simon told me. Then he introduced the story on American composer John Williams, who wrote the soundtrack for the movie. Williams might be the most well-known composer, for his soundtracks for blockbuster movies. I don’t know anything about music except what I like and don’t like. It’s difficult not to respect a man for a consistently outstanding performance.
I listened as he explained what it was like to work with cinematic greats like Spielberg, how it felt to be so wildly celebrated at his 80th birthday celebration this summer, and what his composing days are like.
One point sounded in my head, and I can’t decide if I felt reassured or scared out of my socks by what he said.
These days, I probably will get as much as a minute done or a minute and a half done in a day,” he says. “It’s a good day.
One minute. Or perhaps thirty seconds longer.
Some of us are in the throes of NaNoWrimo. Still others are polishing their book proposals. More of us are querying agents or trying to decide if we have the chops to make it as a writer, whatever that means.
What do you think, writers? Is one sentence worth a full day of effort?
Parents, is one shining maternal/paternal moment worth the eye rolling and the sassy pants back talk?
Runners, is one golden mile worth the ones tarnished with pain or inconsistency or a lumbering gait?
Readers, does one fine set of words set your heart spinning?
Business dudes and ladies, is one fantastic deal or spreadsheet or data set worth the irritating boss and the colleague making chest clearing snot noises in the next cubicle?