It wasn't the best day, and I was settling down for the evening earlier, never intending to blog tonight. I kept up my Monday tradition of watching "Chuck" and then something strange happened: I was touched by the story that I've written.
How? In watching Chuck, I saw the title character reunite with a loved one, and everything in their life seemed to make perfect sense for Chuck. Unexplained, hurtful questions were answered for him, but in the waning moments of the episode, Chuck was separated from them. This was difficult enough for fans of the show, but the haunting song that played during the closing scenes was amazing.
"Chuck" is known for highlighting amazing indie alternative music, because it has the same music supervisor that did "The O.C.". Tonight was no different...the song "Daddy's Gone" by Glasvegas - a band that is quickly rising the ranks of favorite bands in my own little head - perfectly suited the mood.
It's the kind of song that makes you want to relate to losing someone, whether father, mother, lover, friend...one of of the songs you hear that makes you tear up a bit.
When I heard the song, it struck me: the grief I felt wasn't just for Chuck, but for the novel I've written. Several times, characters are taken, or choose to leave, their loved ones behind, and they are left to deal with the gaping hole left in their place. That theme is at the core of the words I've written, not as a depressing thing, but as a beacon of light for anyone who's actually faced such a loss, even if it was temporary.
Many people get many feelings and meanings from one simple song. "Daddy's Gone" can express sadness at losing a father, it can mean anger at a father who left, it can mean a father who was distant...I think of myself and how it fits. Right now, I only feel an intense feeling of missing my own father, who has been far away from me ever since I moved to California.
Above anything else, I want honorable fathers for us all...biological, spiritual, figurative, whatever. It is absolutely uncanny how the song relates to the story I've written.
So at the end of a day that had its ups and downs, I find myself desiring even harder for my story to be heard. It can bring hope despite tragedy. How many of us have completely escaped tragedy? Most likely, none of us. It is an honest prayer that lifts my efforts to see fruition. More than book sales, more than recognition, the healing of the entire world can actually begin with something as simple as crafted words.
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Monday, April 6, 2009
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