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After writing a successful memoir, Donald Miller's life stalled. During what should have been the height of his success, he found himself unwilling to get out of bed, avoiding responsibility, even questioning the meaning of life. But when two movie producers proposed turning his memoir into a movie, he found himself launched into a new story filled with risk, possibility, beauty, and meaning.

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years chronicles Miller's rare opportunity to edit his ...

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Overview

After writing a successful memoir, Donald Miller's life stalled. During what should have been the height of his success, he found himself unwilling to get out of bed, avoiding responsibility, even questioning the meaning of life. But when two movie producers proposed turning his memoir into a movie, he found himself launched into a new story filled with risk, possibility, beauty, and meaning.

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years chronicles Miller's rare opportunity to edit his life into a great story, to reinvent himself so nobody shrugs their shoulders when the credits roll. Through heart-wrenching honesty and hilarious self-inspection, Donald Miller takes readers through the life that emerges when it turns from boring reality into meaningful narrative.

Miller goes from sleeping all day to riding his bike across America, from living in romantic daydreams to fearful encounters with love, from wasting his money to founding a nonprofit with a passionate cause. Guided by a host of outlandish but very real characters, Miller shows us how to get a second chance at life the first time around. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years is a rare celebration of the beauty of life.

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For most of us, our entire lives are works-in-progress: We reevaluate the past even as we take tentative steps into the future. For spiritual writer Donald Miller, that process assumed strange form when he was approached by director Steven Taylor about transforming his Blue like Jazz into a movie. The challenge of systematically editing the story of his life not only taught him new lessons about where he had been but also awakened new insights about where he wanted to go. A most unconventional memoir about life's rare second chances.
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Miller, the accidental memoirist who struck gold with the likable ramble Blue Like Jazz, writes about the challenges inherent in getting unstuck creatively and spiritually. After Jazz sold more than a million copies but his other books didn't follow suit, he had a classic case of writer's block. Two movie producers contacted him about creating a film out of his life, but Miller's initial enthusiasm was dampened when they concluded that his real life needed doctoring lest it be too directionless for the screen. Real stories, he learned, require characters who suffer and overcome. In desultory fashion, Miller sets out to change his own life—to be the kind of guy who seeks out his father, chases the girl and undertakes a quest. Along the way, he comes to understand God as a master storyteller who doesn't quite control where his characters are going. An unexpected bonus of this book is Miller's insights into the writing process. Readers who loved Blue Like Jazz will find here a somewhat more mature Miller, still funny as hell but more concerned about making a difference in the world than in merely commenting on it. (Oct.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400202980
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 3/8/2011
  • Pages: 257
  • Sales rank: 60,058
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Donald Miller is a speaker, founder of The Mentoring Project,and author of A Million Miles in a Thousand Years,Blue Like Jazz, Searching for God Knows What, Through Painted Deserts, and Father Fiction. He lives in Nashville, TN.

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A MILLION MILES IN A THOUSAND YEARS

HOW I LEARNED TO LIVE A BETTER STORY
By DONALD MILLER

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2009 Donald Miller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4002-0298-0


Chapter One

Random Scenes

THE SADDEST THING about life is you don't remember half of it. You don't even remember half of half of it. Not even a tiny percentage, if you want to know the truth. I have this friend Bob who writes down everything he remembers. If he remembers dropping an ice cream cone on his lap when he was seven, he'll write it down. The last time I talked to Bob, he had written more than five hundred pages of memories. He's the only guy I know who remembers his life. He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them, it's as though they didn't happen; it's as though he hadn't lived the parts he doesn't remember.

I thought about that when he said it, and I tried to remember something. I remembered getting a merit badge in Cub Scouts when I was seven, but that's all I could remember. I got it for helping a neighbor cut down a tree. I'll tell that to God when he asks what I did with my life. I'll tell him I cut down a tree and got a badge for it. He'll most likely want to see the merit badge, but I lost it years ago, so when I'm done with my story, God will probably sit there looking at me, wondering what to talk about next. God and Bob will probably talk for days.

I know I've had more experiences than this, but there's no way I can remember everything. Life isn't memorable enough to remember everything. It's not like there are explosions happening all the time or dogs smoking cigarettes. Life is slower. It's like we're all watching a movie, waiting for something to happen, and every couple months the audience points at the screen and says, "Look, that guy's getting a parking ticket." It's strange the things we remember.

I tried to remember more and made a list, and it pretty much amounted to the times I won at something, the times I lost at something, childhood dental appointments, the first time I saw a girl with her shirt off, and large storms.

* * *

After trying to make a list of the things I remembered, I realized my life, for the most part, had been a series of random experiences. When I was in high school, for example, the homecoming queen asked me for a kiss. And that year I scored the winning touchdown in a game of flag football; the guys in the tuba section beat the girls in the clarinet section twenty-one to fourteen. A year or so later I beat my friend Jason in tennis, and he was on the tennis team. I bought a new truck after that. And once at a concert, my date and I snuck backstage to get Harry Connick Jr.'s autograph. He'd just married a Victoria's Secret model, and I swear she looked at my hair for an inappropriate amount of time.

The thing about trying to remember your life is it makes you wonder what any of it means. You get the feeling life means something, but you're not sure what. Life has a peculiar feel when you look back on it that it doesn't have when you're actually living it.

Sometimes I'm tempted to believe life doesn't mean anything at all. I've read philosophers who say meaningful experiences are purely subjective, and I understand why they believe that, because you can't prove life and love and death are anything more than random happenings. But then you start thinking about some of the scenes you've lived, and if you've had a couple of drinks, they have a sentimental quality that gets you believing we are all poems coming out of the mud.

The truth is, life could be about any number of things. Several years ago, my friends Kyle and Fred were visiting Oregon, for instance, and we drove into the desert and climbed Smith Rock. There were forest fires in the Cascade Range that summer, so a haze had settled in the Columbia River Gorge. The smoke came down the river and bulged a deeper gray between the mountains. When the sun went down, the sky lit up like Jesus was coming back. And when the color started happening, my friends and I stopped talking. We sat and watched for the better part of an hour and later said we'd not seen anything better. I wondered then if life weren't about nature, if we were supposed to live in the woods and grow into the forest like tree moss.

But that same year I met a girl named Kim who didn't wear any shoes. She was delightful and pretty, and even during the Oregon winter she walked from her car to the store in bare feet, and through the aisles of the store and in the coffee shops and across the cold, dirty floor at the post office. I liked her very much. One night while looking at her, I wondered if life was about romantic affection, about the thing that gets exchanged between a man and a woman. Whatever I felt for Kim, I noted, I didn't feel for tree moss.

And when my friends Paul and Danielle had their second daughter, I went to the hospital and held her in my arms. She was tiny and warm like a hairless cat, and she was dependent. When I looked over at her mother, Danielle's eyes told me life was about more than sunsets and romance. It was as though having a baby made all the fairy tales come true for her, as though she were a painter who discovered a color all new to the world.

I can imagine what kind of conversation God and Danielle will have, how she'll sit and tell God the favorite parts of the story he gave her. You get a feeling when you look back on life that that's all God really wants from us, to live inside a body he made and enjoy the story and bond with us through the experience.

Not all the scenes in my life have been pleasant, though, and I'm not sure what God means with the hard things. I haven't had a lot of hard things happen, not like you see on the news; and the hard memories I've had seem like random experiences. When I was nine, for instance, I ran away from home. I ran as far as the field across the street where I hid in the tall grass. My mother turned on the porch light and got in the car and drove to McDonald's and brought back a Happy Meal. When she got home, she held the McDonald's bag high enough I could see it over the weeds. I followed the bag down the walkway to the door, and it shone under the porch light before it went into the house. I lasted another ten minutes. I sat quietly at the table and ate the hamburger while my mother sat on the couch and watched television. Neither of us said anything. I don't know why I remember that scene, but I do. And I remember going to bed feeling like a failure, like a kid who wasn't able to run away from home.

Most of the painful scenes in my life involve being fat. I got fat as a kid and got fatter as an adult. I had a girlfriend out of high school who wanted to see me with my shirt off, but I couldn't do it. I knew if she saw me she would leave. She wouldn't leave right then, but she would leave when she found a nobler reason. She never did, but I never took my shirt off either. I'd kiss down her neck, and she'd reach into my shirt, and I'd pull her hand down, then lose concentration. I suppose a therapist would say this memory points to something, but I don't know what it points to. I don't have a therapist.

When I was in high school, we had to read The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger. I liked the book, but I don't know why. I go back to read it sometimes, but now it annoys me. But I still remember scenes. I remember Holden Caulfield in the back of a taxi, asking the driver where the ducks in Central Park go in the winter. And I remember the nuns asking for donations. I remember the last scene in the book, too, when you realize he'd been telling the story to a counselor in a nuthouse. I wonder if that's what we'll do with God when we are through with all this, if he'll show us around heaven, all the light coming in through windows a thousand miles away, all the fields sweeping down to a couple of chairs under a tree, in a field outside the city. And we'll sit and tell him our stories, and he'll smile and tell us what they mean.

I just hope I have something interesting to say.

Chapter Two

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

I STARTED THINKING differently about life when I met a couple of filmmakers who wanted to make a movie about a memoir I'd written. I wrote a memoir several years ago that sold a lot of copies. I got a big head about it for a while and thought I was an amazing writer or something, but I've written books since that haven't sold, so I'm insecure again and things are back to normal.

Before I met the filmmaker guys, I didn't know very much about making movies. You don't think about it when you're watching a movie, but there's a whole world of work involved in making the thing happen. People have to write the story, which can take years; then raise a bunch of money, hire some actors, get a caterer so everybody can eat, rent a million miles of extension cords, and shoot the thing. Then it usually goes straight to DVD. It's a crap job. It made me glad I wrote books.

But I like movies. There's something about a good story that helps me escape. I used to go to movies all the time just to clear my head. If it was a good movie, the experience felt like somebody was resetting a compass in my brain so I could feel what was important in life and what wasn't. I'd sit about ten rows back, in the middle, and shovel sugar into my mouth until my brain went numb. And when my brain went numb, I'd get lost in the stories.

I'd go to the movies because for an hour or so I could forget about real life. In a movie, the world faded away and all that mattered was whether the hobbit destroyed the ring or the dog made it home before the circus people could use him as a horse for their abusive monkey.

The movies I like best are the slow literary movies that don't seem to be about anything and yet are about everything at the same time. They are about insecurities and sexual tension and whether the father will stop drinking. I like those movies more because I don't have to suspend as much disbelief. Nobody in real life has to disassemble a bomb, for instance. Not the kind of bomb you think about when you hear the word bomb.

* * *

I was sleeping in one morning and got a call from the guy who had a movie company, and he and his cinematographer wanted to talk to me about an idea. I told him I was planning on seeing a movie that afternoon, the one about the rat that wants to be a chef, and then I wondered out loud how he got my number. "I got your number from your publisher," he said, "and I'm not calling from a theater," he clarified. "I own a movie company. I direct movies."

"That sounds like a good job," I told him, still waking up. "I go to a lot of movies."

"What kind of movies do you like?" the man asked.

"Reese's Peanut Butter Cups," I answered sleepily.

Steve, the movie director, went on to explain he wanted to talk to me about turning my book into a film. He asked again if he could come to town and talk about it. I asked him if he knew where I lived, above the library in Sellwood. He said he didn't, but maybe I could pick him up at the airport.

"Can you repeat what you said about making a movie?" I asked.

"Don, we want to make a movie about your life. About the book you wrote." He said this in a voice that seemed to smile.

"You want to make a movie about my life?" I said, sitting up in bed.

"We do. We want to come to town and talk about it. Are you busy the next few days?"

"No," I said. "My roommate is having people over on Sunday, but I wasn't invited."

"We should be gone by Sunday. We were thinking of going out tomorrow."

"Are you going to bring cameras? I need to get a haircut."

"No, we're a long way from that, Don. Can we come out and talk?" he asked.

I realized that I'd heard of Steve before. He used to be in a rock band and when I was a kid I had one of their records. I googled him and he still looked like a rock star. I saw some pictures of him standing behind a camera, wearing a scarf, pointing at somebody to tell them where to stand. His wife was a well known artist, and they'd adopted a child from Africa. He was skinny. I wondered what my life would look like on film. I imagined myself at the theater with a soda in my hand watching myself on the screen doing the things I do in real life. I wondered whether the experience would be like taking a picture of yourself in front of a mirror taking a picture of yourself in front of a mirror.

I wondered whether they wanted to make a documentary about me, because it seems as if life works more like a documentary than a normal movie, and I wondered whether they would show me sitting at my desk smoking a pipe or maybe reading a book while sitting in an oversized chair. I thought maybe my friend Penny could be in the documentary. Maybe Penny and I could be walking through a park, talking. There was a scene like that in my book. I wanted my roommate Jordan to be in it, too, maybe showing him operating the register at the grocery store where he works, or with friends, drafting a fantasy football team this Sunday. I wanted to come, but he said I asked too many questions.

* * *

It snowed the day the filmmakers, Steve and Ben, came to town. And it only snows a few days a year in Portland, so people drive slowly and on the sidewalks thinking it might be safer. People who moved here from Boston come out of the woodwork to tell the natives they don't know how to drive in snow.

I stayed off the highway but still had to navigate the hill on 82nd where the land dips down to the airport. I kept looking around because everything in the industrial district was cleaner and very heavenly.

Steve and Ben were outside when I rounded the corner and drove under the glass overhang at the airport. Steve, the former rock star, is taller and skinnier than his pictures. He has longish Mick Jagger hair, and though he is fifty or so, he can still get away with designer jeans and shirts with elaborate buttons and bright stitching. Ben, the cinematographer, is about fifty also and had a short-sleeved T-shirt and stood with his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth on his heels to get warm. He looked to be in very good shape, even from a distance, as though he exercises and drinks juices from fruit.

I pulled over a few feet away, but they didn't see me. I watched them for a moment. I wasn't trying to be a spy or anything; it's just that I never know what to say to people when I first meet them. I can get tired when I talk to somebody new, because if there is silence in the conversation, I feel it's my fault. I wondered if I was going to have to spend a couple days with some guys I didn't know and whether there would be awkward silences all the time. I got out of the truck like a real estate agent, though, and introduced myself.

You would have thought I was the king of Persia, because the guys both shook my hand and Ben almost hugged me, and they said they felt like they already knew me after reading my book. They weren't giddy or anything; they were just glad to see me. I don't know how to say it exactly. We put their bags in the back of the truck, and they got in. As I rounded the front of the truck, I stopped, because I noticed snow floating and landing on the enormous glass overhang that covers the front of the airport.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from A MILLION MILES IN A THOUSAND YEARS by DONALD MILLER Copyright © 2009 by Donald Miller. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Author's Note....................xiii
Part one: exposition....................1
1. Random Scenes....................3
2. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years....................9
3. They Fell Like Feathers....................16
4. My Real Life was Boring....................21
5. Flesh and Soul Better....................28
6. My Uncle's Funeral and a Wedding....................30
7. Going to See the Professor....................39
8. The Elements of a Meaningful Life....................43
9. How Jason Saved His Family....................49
Part Two: A Character....................55
10. Writing the World....................57
11. Imperfect is Perfect....................61
12. You'll Be Different at the End....................68
13. A Character is What He does....................71
14. Saving the Cat....................80
15. Listen to Your Writer....................84
16. Something on the Page....................92
Part Three: A Character Who Wants Something....................95
17. How to Make yourself write a Better Story....................97
18. An inciting Incident....................107
19. Pointing Toward the Horizon....................111
20. Negative Turns....................114
21. A Good Story, Hijacked....................121
22. A Practice Story....................135
23. A Positive Turn....................145
24. Meeting Bob....................154
Part Four: A Character Who Wants Something and overcomes Conflict....................169
25. A Better Story....................171
26. The Thing About a Crossing....................177
27. The Pain will Bind Us....................183
28. A Tree in a Story About a Forest....................189
29. The Reason God Hasn't Fixed you Yet....................200
30. Great Stories Have Memorable Scenes....................207
Part Five: A Character Who Wants Something and overcomes Conflict to Get it....................215
31. Squeezing the Cat....................217
32. The Beauty of a Tragedy....................220
33. All you Have to Do is Try....................229
34. To Speak Something into Nothing....................232
35. Summer Snow in Delaware....................238
36. Where Once There Was Nothing....................244
Afterword....................249
About the Author....................253
Acknowledgments....................254
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  • Posted June 14, 2012

    Great book, Inspiring and easy to read

    This book is perfect if you're someone who is looking to live life for more than whatever it is you are living for now. Although it has a Christian basis the book is more about challenging yourself to take the steps necessary for living a more authentic and fulfilling life. Miller presents his failings and brings the reader along his of analyzing and redefining what it means to live. I would recommend this book to anyone who thinks there is more to life than chasing cars and wealth and all of societies' other drugs.

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    Posted June 10, 2012

    Funny and encouraging

    I am a huge Donald Miller fan, but I think I enjoyed this book best of all of them. I loved the way he wove his story into the story narrative he was communicated. It was challenging and encouraging.

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

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    Are you living the right story?

    Heartwarming, comforting, gratifying, uplifting, this novel has touched me more than any other school assigned text could ever have. It is motivational and gave me a new perspective on how to execute my daily activities and how to live a better life. He offers comical aspects in life, hard times that may come into play, but ways to make it through the tough times. Using real life situations, he describes the heights of amazement that the individual being can assert to. Such as his example about Bob, a man whose family sent letters to all the rulers of the world, in the end result meeting several of them. Even having a few over for a "sleep-over"
    To anyone who needs a reset button, to re-evaluate their lives and find purpose, I would put complete faith in A million Miles in a Thousand Years by author Don Miller. His tone, his purpose, his positivity all combines to fully effect the audience. I loved his stance, his messages, all the different things that he had to share. It is not that he is Socrates, he does not know the meaning of life, he only wishes to share the importance of life. How to improve it. How to live it.
    I was succumbed to it. I'd stay up late, ignoring all my other homework, to learn the next new bit that he had to share with me. It was inspirational. I wanted to cry, to laugh, to be indifferent all at once. I was on natural Ecstasy, so uplifted that I didn't want to lay the book down. So I didn't. It's one thing to read a well written novel, it's a complete other thing to read the words of life.

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  • Posted October 18, 2011

    Another fine effort from Miller

    Donald Miller scores another win with this book that essentially tells the (still not finished) story of the (still not finished) film version of his breakthrough book "Blue Like Jazz". Miller is popular in religious circles but I'm not sure I'd really say he's a religious author. Faith is a central issue in his writing certainly. But it's more about the story told in his own rather casual story. Well worth your time.

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