There was a time when you were guaranteed to find yourself all alone in the corner of a cocktail party, with no one violating an eleven foot perimeter (so that not even the ten foot poles can touch you) as an immediate result of just uttering the words, “The God Particle.” Or worse yet, “Higgs Boson.” This immediate classification of social pariah was due, in large part, to the fact that the search for the glue that holds everything together had always been a small video game – played by the .0001% of the 1% of the top scientists who ever existed on earth.
So, naturally, I based the third book of my “thrillogy” on The God Particle.
Furthering my streak of brilliant decisions, I decided to give my book one final once over, instead of releasing it as a summer book.
BUZZZ! Wrong decision.
Because on July 4, you couldn’t turn on a radio, look at a website, or see the front page of a newspaper that didn’t have the name of my book, The God Particle, sprawled across it – in 200 point Impact font. Of course my name, Tom Avitabile, and my quest to get my book of the same name, The God Particle, to a copyeditor was not mentioned in any of these stories.
Truth be told (and science is all about truth) they didn’t so much find the God Particle as find the plasma fossil-like footprint where something, probably the God Particle, had been. In marked contrast, there was found 437 double spaced, neatly typed pages of a manuscript rapidly becoming a fossil on my desk.
Oh, what a hit I’d have been at the cocktail party, if my book had timed out with a big bang on July 4th.
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Tom Avitabile | Best Selling Author, Book Coach, and Screenwriter 