Many years ago I took an epic adventure ride, I rode a couple thousand miles around the dirt roads of the arctic. I took pictures, movies, wrote a journal, etc. I compiled it all into a story for adventure rider mag. I had author friends edit it, I hear my voice in my words, the whole nine yards!
The rejection feedback i received was that although it was an epic journey told from the eyes of a rookie BUT, it didn’t talk about the people I met on the adventure, though there we many, and i remember them all to this day, when set my pen to paper, I did not pay tribute to any of them. WTF?
That stung! Was I truly the narcissist that I thought I was? I remembered the people vividly, I felt kinship everybody I met on that epic trip but I neglected to share the stories they told me.
I have changed my ways…
