It's Sunday Morning, and I'm feeling just fine despite the lack of sleep. Finally a quasi-cold front blew through, which makes it a hell of a lot more pleasant outside. It's a sleepy day here in the Cathey household. The freshly-shorn Simon (our dog), is laying beside my pregnant wife on the couch as she watches a random reality TV show and works on a Sudoku puzzle. I'm situated at the kitchen table with the remains of monthly bill statements and a bottle of 'Smart Water'.
We have our second appointment at the baby doctor this week. Amanda's tummy is getting pretty large. The fact that I'm going to be a father hasn't quite set-in. We do, however, have names for both sexes picked-out. There's nothing like the feeling of hearing the heartbeat of your baby. It's one of the few moments that I've ever really felt alive.
Last week was a good if not typical week aside for a small vehicular hiccup. I was really productive last week in regards to writing. Every night I worked for hours, and I'm two-thirds through with the second re-write of my novel. My wife is working through my final version of 'The Plunge,' basically to make sure there's nothing written that she doesn't know about. After all, it's a 313 page bashing of weddings, women and everything concerning tying the knot. She's really nauseated, so it's difficult for her to focus for two long on reading (oddly enough, Sudoku isn't an issue). Therefore, her progress has been delayed. She is through 50 pages, however, so I can take what she's gone through and re-write it for the final time. I've researched what agents are looking for, and unfortunately not many are looking for first-time fiction. Now, young adult literature is en vogue, which is good. But my plan has always been to get 'The Plunge' published and then use that as a segway to move into my novels. Humorous non-fiction is in high demand at the moment, so the sooner I can 'The Plunge' out the door, the better.
I'm ready for the rejection that comes with looking for an agent. I believe in my abilities and talents as a writer, but like anyone I have my doubts. Randomly I'll pick up one of my manuscripts and open it to just begin reading. More than often than not I like what I'm reading, but there are times when I'll get to something that just doesn't sound right. That's when I get depressed or upset. That's when I have to reassure myself and not get down on my writing, because I've read other people's stuff. Mine isn't that far off.
Aside from writing, Amanda and me have been knee-deep in football this year. Yesterday while I was out, she watched 10 hours of pre-season football and kept tabs on fantasy football possibilities. In a few short weeks we'll continue our annual tradition (it's only a year old, but we aren't stopping) of watching 12 hours of Sunday football and pigging out on fast food of our choice. It's our favorite time of year, especially when it gets cold out. This coming Saturday kicks off the college football season! We're heading to Tyler to see my parents for the weekend, and I'm looking forward to getting away. There are days when I absolutely hate Houston and it's commuter lifestyle. Getting some fresh air will do me good.
I suppose that's all. I'm more determined than ever to get these books out the door and start on my next project(s).
And where in the hell is our hurricane, El Nino?
Until next time...
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