That line from Rocky Balboa appears at the beginning of my short story collection Death and Glory – available now in the Kindle Store.
It’s from the scene when Rocky and Mason have a chat the day before the match, when Mason threatens Rocky not to go above his station. To remember he’s a bottom feeder again. He’s not the champ anymore.
“Ain’t nothing over til it’s over,” Rocky says.
“What’s that from the eighties?” Mason asks.
“I think it’s more the seventies,” Rocky says, or something like that. It always makes me chuckle.
And to me, this little exchange sort of sums up the entire Rocky story. From his beginnings in Rocky, to his final outing, he’s always been about the struggle of the little man against those more mighty, more powerful than he. Insurmountable odds. That’s what it’s all about.
If the fight were easy, it wouldn’t be worth fighting.
As writers, we face the same challenges. We’re publishing our own work, challenging the heavyweights. The underdogs are getting their time in the spotlight. We not only have to face off against the old-school publishing houses, with little more than time, effort and determination…but we have to prove we’re worthy to stand in the ring with them. Prove we have the right to slap our gloves against theirs and begin the match.
“Ain’t nothing over til it’s over,” is all about the underdog making a stand. Proving their worth. Showing they’ve got the same chops as the big boys. When we self-publish, we’re all Rocky Balboa.
That’s why that quote is in there. Because our endeavors, as indies, are only about that line.
“Ain’t nothing over til it’s over.”