Anthony Burgess was 40 when he learned that he had only
one year to live. He had a brain tumour 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 was through (very nearly the entire lifetime
output of E.M. Forster, and almost twice that of J. D. Salinger.)
One year to live 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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