Last night my wife and I went to see an excellent movie, which I’m sure will get nominated for some Oscars when the time comes. And I spent the entirety of the movie waiting for the moment when I would see my own name up on the screen. It wasn’t actually for me, of course, but it felt good to see it, just the same.
I decided long ago that if I was ever going to write anything for public consumption, I couldn’t use the name that I introduce myself to others as. I’ve always gone by “Rob” with the people I know, but meeting someone for the first time always feels like it demands a bit more formality than that. So “Robert Harris” is the name that ends up on name tags and business cards and the like (but I always add in the middle name “Lincoln” because I like the way it sounds).
I’ll probably say more about this later, but I can’t use “Robert Harris” when I write because this other guy is such a damn good writer. Which is my way of saying go see this movie, if you’re so inclined. Although I’m now several decades past being a Catholic, and I seem to shut down at any mention of organized religion, I found this story to be a riveting one. Well worth a few hours of your time!
Until next time….