Bryce Courtenay is Australia's best selling writer. He's a dynamic speaker, charging across the stage as he lectures. Even in his sixties, he's a dynamo. He's also a marathoner, having competed in fifty of them. He tells a great story - (I paraphrase)
“I had never run the Boston marathon, and if you're a runner, that's the mother of all marathons. When I was about fifty, I finally got the chance. So....I'm not a Kenyan, I'm not about to win, but I'm not a stiff, either. I'm somewhere in the middle. So there I am, about halfway through the race, the field is sparce at this point. Up ahead of me I see a man, a younger man, and he's struggling. I decide to mess with him a little. I pull up aside him and say in my most bubbly voice “Hi! How are you today?!”
He barely grunts.
“Lovely day!” Says I.
He barely grunts again.
I ask him, “So, what do you do?”
He barely croaks out a response, “Writer.”
At this point in the story, Bryce's eyes get wide and he makes quotation marks with his fingers as he tells us, his audience, “He's a writer”.
“Now I'm going to mess with him even more. So I say to him, Tell me, mister Writer, what's the secret of writing?”
The man continues to struggle in his running, sweat dripping, breathing uneven. He seems to be thinking, and then says to me..... “Bum glue”
Bryce freezes on stage at this point. He says, “My God, this poor man just gave me the best piece of writing advice I've ever heard in thirty years of writing. Bum glue. Just glue your *** to the chair and write. Don't get up, don't answer the phone, don't walk aound the room, just glue your *** to the chair and write. I'm so stunned I never thought of this. We continue on together, not speaking again, but running side by side all the way to the finish line in Boston. We finish together, not saying another word until we get to the runners tent, get some water, and almost fall down. I shake his hand and introduce myself. Hi, I'm Bryce Courtney.”
The man says, “A pleasure. I'm Stephen King.”
They've been best of friends ever since.
Bum glue.