So, it’s been a laughably long time since I’ve updated here, but things have been hectic. I’ve had an offer accepted on a house, have been doing a bit of freelance, and have been actively searching for something more permanent job-wise in the Fox Valley. The PAC is hiring a copywriter, which is perfectly in line with my skill set, but jobs are scarce and competition is stiff.

I’ve been working diligently on my own writing to fill the void, and I’m very near completing the second draft of Charlie. A lot has changed since Charlie was in his infancy, but the spirit of the book remains in tact. I think after I polish the last 50 pages or so I’ll be left with something crisper and cleaner that will be ready to withstand the scrutiny of the publishing world.

This is a brief post after a long lull, I know, but I’ll leave you with the following nugget:

Before William Faulker published his first novel, he was the post master of his college town. As a postmaster he was notoriously fickle, opening the office on days it suited him, closing it on days it didn’t. He acted as jazz-era spam filter. He threw out catalogues and other bulk mailings, and kept the magazines he liked to read.

When it became apparent that his days at the post office were numbered, Faulker decided to beat his bosses to the punch and submitted this–one of his finest pieces of writing in my opinion. Enjoy.

“As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.”