Who really cares about the public option?
It's Monday night, but it feels more like a Thursday. Tomorrow (Tuesday) is going to be my last day of the work week. I've taken a precious day of vacation on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, to make our next baby appointment and drive to my parents' place in Tyler. It's going to be a big family Thanksgiving, which is just fine by me because I'd rather not do any work for the event.
I've been fighting off a mean sinus infection, and I'm on a course of antibiotics that will hopefully knock it out. I'm also back at the gym this week. I'd allowed myself some time off to heal-up and rest. I know these three days I'll spend in the gym are for naught with the glut of calories coming, but it'll be psychologically beneficial if nothing else.
We've been stocking up on Christmas gear this year, as it's going to be our first at home. I've got to tell you, I've get a lot of respect for my mother's massive Christmas paraphernalia collection. Sure it might consume every square inch of closet space, and sure my Dad complains about it every year as he's lugging boxes around; but it'll take us years to acquire that much crap.
So personally, I'm still tired (seems I've been writing that a lot). For two weeks my bed time has resembled that of a 70-year-old. By 9 p.m. I'm beat and nursing my wounds in the bed and dreading the 5 a.m. alarm clock. This Monday I feel rested, perhaps a positive effect of the antibiotics running their course. So, with me getting home at 7:30 p.m. and going to bed at 9 p.m., the books haven't been at the forefront. I've really wanted to go back to my novel, but have been fighting off the urge. The bachelor book needs to be put in the ground. At its core, it needs to be gutted. There are moments of really crisp, really vibrant and clever writing that is exciting. But just as often there's just boredom. For example, a story I tell in the book about going to register for gifts. There're some funny parts about all of the stupid stuff that people register for and don't use. Then I counter with a boring few paragraphs of step-by-step minutia. Right after that is a funny bit about Bed, Bath & Beyond and how stupid married men dress. Then it's more minutia. So all of the minutia needs to be taken out, but I just don't have the patience (or time) at this point.
But I know what needs to be done, and we'll have to see when I get to do it. I always preached about working on stuff at least thirty minutes a day, but now I just don't have it. And with Luke on the way, it's going to be even tougher to find the time.
That said, there's a pretty neat little writing possibility coming up that could be a huge foot in the door. It's a long shot (like making it to the NFL long shot), but it's a chance nonetheless. So Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Be safe.
Until next time...
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Damn it Feels good to be a Gangster...
To this day I cannot read the phrase, "PC Load Letter" without laughing my ass off...
So, it's Monday night late, and all is quiet in the Cathey household. Our little dog, Simon, is sleeping close to me on the floor of our living room while the washing machine hums quietly in the darkness. It's a normal night, a typical night; laced with the tinge of hours long sacrificed at the feet of weekly paycheck.
My mind is quiet at the moment, but at the same time a storm is brewing within. A strange formation of concentrated thought and unchained freedom combined into one coherent stream of conscious. Whoa. That was deep. I better dial it down a bit...
Monday night means another night of NFL football and WWE wrestling in the books, along with the first day of a horrific work week pasted into the sticker book of the Book of Life. The sun's time is growing shorter in the sky each day, and causing me to forget what the hour is constantly.
Okay, okay; now I'm back. I don't know what got into me. I think I was trying some experimental writing that didn't turn out exactly as I had planned. Or then again, maybe it did. Who knows?
I checked my watch today and realized that it was November 9th, 2009. It was nearly one year ago that I pulled up the corporate email on cell phone while at my in-law's lake house in Coldspring to learn that the bank that I'd work for had closed. Needless to say it was quite a shock, and a jarring beginning to a marriage only one month in. I settled into an interesting state that saw me shrivel into a dark room and consume 10 hours of XBOX per day. I played Fallout 3 until my fingers fell off. Everyday after Amanda left for work I'd march upstairs and play until she made it home at 6 p.m. I was completely lost and nearly hopeless. For four years I'd built a career in an industry destroyed by the federal government (thanks Obama, you total douche.) Suddenly I found myself without direction.
Then I got the idea to write a novel, and in a few short few months I finished an original fiction tale. I couldn't have been more proud. Of course now I think the story sucks and needs 100 hours more work before it gets consideration to submit to publishers. But nevertheless, I wrote a novel in less than two months; that's got to count for something.
So tonight I sat down and resumed my final edit of 'The Plunge.' The story is good so far, but we'll see how it holds-up. This rewrite has got to be it. If I don't think it's worth making, then I'll release it on a blog somewhere. I've already got a sweet back story cooked-up to launch the franchise.
In a nutshell, the Cathey familly is still working toward the birth of Luke. I feel him kick his mother everynight, and it's quite a cool feeling. The books are coming along now, and I'm re-energized to get them finished. Remember; there's"
"Never a day without a line."
Until next time...
So, it's Monday night late, and all is quiet in the Cathey household. Our little dog, Simon, is sleeping close to me on the floor of our living room while the washing machine hums quietly in the darkness. It's a normal night, a typical night; laced with the tinge of hours long sacrificed at the feet of weekly paycheck.
My mind is quiet at the moment, but at the same time a storm is brewing within. A strange formation of concentrated thought and unchained freedom combined into one coherent stream of conscious. Whoa. That was deep. I better dial it down a bit...
Monday night means another night of NFL football and WWE wrestling in the books, along with the first day of a horrific work week pasted into the sticker book of the Book of Life. The sun's time is growing shorter in the sky each day, and causing me to forget what the hour is constantly.
Okay, okay; now I'm back. I don't know what got into me. I think I was trying some experimental writing that didn't turn out exactly as I had planned. Or then again, maybe it did. Who knows?
I checked my watch today and realized that it was November 9th, 2009. It was nearly one year ago that I pulled up the corporate email on cell phone while at my in-law's lake house in Coldspring to learn that the bank that I'd work for had closed. Needless to say it was quite a shock, and a jarring beginning to a marriage only one month in. I settled into an interesting state that saw me shrivel into a dark room and consume 10 hours of XBOX per day. I played Fallout 3 until my fingers fell off. Everyday after Amanda left for work I'd march upstairs and play until she made it home at 6 p.m. I was completely lost and nearly hopeless. For four years I'd built a career in an industry destroyed by the federal government (thanks Obama, you total douche.) Suddenly I found myself without direction.
Then I got the idea to write a novel, and in a few short few months I finished an original fiction tale. I couldn't have been more proud. Of course now I think the story sucks and needs 100 hours more work before it gets consideration to submit to publishers. But nevertheless, I wrote a novel in less than two months; that's got to count for something.
So tonight I sat down and resumed my final edit of 'The Plunge.' The story is good so far, but we'll see how it holds-up. This rewrite has got to be it. If I don't think it's worth making, then I'll release it on a blog somewhere. I've already got a sweet back story cooked-up to launch the franchise.
In a nutshell, the Cathey familly is still working toward the birth of Luke. I feel him kick his mother everynight, and it's quite a cool feeling. The books are coming along now, and I'm re-energized to get them finished. Remember; there's"
"Never a day without a line."
Until next time...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
No; I am your father!
Time flies when you don't have any...
So apologies for the lack of posting action. It's been pretty busy around these parts, which you know; that's pretty much how life goes. The last few weeks have had their share of ups and downs, with most of the downs being work-related. Actually, all of the downs in my life are work related. On one hand that totally blows, but on the other I guess that means that my life is pretty good save for the office.
The big news around these parts is of course the expecting of mine and Amanda's first child. This past Tuesday we had our first ultrasound in two months, and it was the most exciting thus far as we'd more than likely be able to determine the gender.
The unscientific, gut-feel consensus was that we were going to have a girl. I didn't really have a feel. I guess you could say that I wanted a boy, but didn't lean too far to either side as long as the child comes out firmly in the 'healthy' column.
Well, the verdict is in. And....IT'S A BOY! Luke Isaac Cathey is extremely healthy and according to our doctor extremely large. At this point he's in the 90th percentile for size, and grades out at over 20 weeks even though he's a few days shy. Large babies run in the family. I was 9 lbs. 11 oz., our nephew was over 10 lbs. as was Amanda's brother. Hell, my sister was 9 lbs. 2 oz.! Needless to say, Luke is on track to be quite the large kid. Poor, poor Amanda and her tiny little self. It looks like it's going to be a rough ride for her.
In other news...
The books. Ah yes, those wonderfully frustrating books. Well, they've been pretty much untouched for the last week. To be honest I just don't really have the energy to sacrifice the sleep recently. I think if I ever got the time to just sit down and work uninterrupted I'd get through the thing in a weekend or two. But as life is presently constructed, I just don't see that happening any time soon. I'm trying to make it more friendly because apparently (according to Amanda) I was pretty harsh in the last rewrite. I think I'm still looking for an identity to the story. Hopefully it will come out this time around. I'm sorry to keep disappointing on this thing. The emails I got after the last go round expressing disappointment at the delay made me feel good and bad at the same time. One day it'll be done...one day.
It's 9:20 p.m., but I think I'm going to call it a day. It's always best to get that one good night's worth of sleep before a Monday. Monday's always blow.
Until next time...
So apologies for the lack of posting action. It's been pretty busy around these parts, which you know; that's pretty much how life goes. The last few weeks have had their share of ups and downs, with most of the downs being work-related. Actually, all of the downs in my life are work related. On one hand that totally blows, but on the other I guess that means that my life is pretty good save for the office.
The big news around these parts is of course the expecting of mine and Amanda's first child. This past Tuesday we had our first ultrasound in two months, and it was the most exciting thus far as we'd more than likely be able to determine the gender.
The unscientific, gut-feel consensus was that we were going to have a girl. I didn't really have a feel. I guess you could say that I wanted a boy, but didn't lean too far to either side as long as the child comes out firmly in the 'healthy' column.
Well, the verdict is in. And....IT'S A BOY! Luke Isaac Cathey is extremely healthy and according to our doctor extremely large. At this point he's in the 90th percentile for size, and grades out at over 20 weeks even though he's a few days shy. Large babies run in the family. I was 9 lbs. 11 oz., our nephew was over 10 lbs. as was Amanda's brother. Hell, my sister was 9 lbs. 2 oz.! Needless to say, Luke is on track to be quite the large kid. Poor, poor Amanda and her tiny little self. It looks like it's going to be a rough ride for her.
In other news...
The books. Ah yes, those wonderfully frustrating books. Well, they've been pretty much untouched for the last week. To be honest I just don't really have the energy to sacrifice the sleep recently. I think if I ever got the time to just sit down and work uninterrupted I'd get through the thing in a weekend or two. But as life is presently constructed, I just don't see that happening any time soon. I'm trying to make it more friendly because apparently (according to Amanda) I was pretty harsh in the last rewrite. I think I'm still looking for an identity to the story. Hopefully it will come out this time around. I'm sorry to keep disappointing on this thing. The emails I got after the last go round expressing disappointment at the delay made me feel good and bad at the same time. One day it'll be done...one day.
It's 9:20 p.m., but I think I'm going to call it a day. It's always best to get that one good night's worth of sleep before a Monday. Monday's always blow.
Until next time...
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