So you thought you knew me...

Sorry everyone, but I've been hiding something from you all. There's more to my story than you all know. I'll let the link do the talking, as I think it's self-explanatory.

www.patrickcox.com

Sick!!! Take the time to listen to this!!!

Picking the pen back up

For the past, oh, let's say a month, the first draft of my novel has stayed the same. No editing, revision, additions, or even subtractions have been made. Forty-four thousand seven-hundred and thirty-six words stared back at me last night as I opened the file on my desktop for the first time since early March. And that's when I realized it. It's time to pick the pen back up. Time to continue on.

You see, writing is easy. But writing well is a whole other animal. And writing something that someone else will want to read on top of that is extremely difficult. In fact, it's nearly impossible. Finding the motivation to pick up the pen again has been difficult with everything I've been going through. It wasn't easy, until I reminded myself that pain and sadness were the reasons I started writing in the first place.

Even the greatest authors struggled from time to time. It's been noted that James Joyce once spent ten hours crafting, perfecting two sentences for Ulysses. And Ernest Hemingway once told a friend that he loved having written, but he hated writing: it was too difficult, too draining, for him to truly love. So you see, I'm not alone, and that's comforting.

Encouraging Debate and Discussion

It was recently brought to my attention that those of you who read my thoughts are discouraged from leaving comments because you have to go through a long, drawn out process to register for a Google account. Well, no more! I changed the settings so that all you have to do to leave a comment is click on the comments section, and type in your name, or you can even post anonomously. I hope this will encourage some of you to start talking and stop lurking.

More soon...

The gloves are coming off... (Update!)

Ok, so here's the thing. I had it in my mind that I was going to act out of character long enough to write something that, while completely truth-based, was incredibly mean-spirited. If only for one sitting at the keyboard, I was going to transform myself from the nice guy into the typical asshole, and air more than a little dirty laundry. The idea for the whole thing was fueled by sadness, then intense anger, and finally by some sort of revenge factor like I've never felt before. But then, something happened. A simple phone call halted the presses. A simple click of a mouse undid what could have been very damaging. All but one of you will have no idea what any of this refers to, and it's probably going to stay that way unless more fuel is thrown onto the fire that is my sadness and anger.

All is well, at least for now. Stay tuned...

Thought for the day...

When you stop dreaming, it's time to die.

The Gloves are Coming Off...

What happens when a nice guy is pushed to the brink of becoming an everyday asshole. Coming soon...

Oh by the way. This one's going to get ugly. Hide the women and children. Family members might want to refrain from reading this one too (that means you Aunt Jane).