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...
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