Continuing to read Michael’s Crichton’s wonderful autobiography, “Travels.”
Almost from the beginning of medical school, he knew he didn’t want to be a doctor. In fact, he tried to drop out, but the school’s counselor kept convincing him to stay another year. First, it was that his classes might be better the second year, then he owed it to himself to at least try to see how he likes his residency, then he was nearly through with medical school so he might as well stick it out. Incredibly, he was writing successful paperback books on nights and weekends during this entire time. And he was certain he wanted to be a writer. So when word got out with his peers that he was not going to become a doctor but a writer, they thought he was crazy. Until “The Andromeda Strain” became a best seller and the movie rights sold for a bunch of money — while he was still in school. Now, suddenly, he was a celebrity and all these felllow medical students who thought was crazy suddenly wanted to be his friend 🙂 After medical school, he separated from his wife, left Boston (he was going to Harvard) and relocated to Hollywood to write and make movies.