Stuff I’ve Written – Live Your Dreams (Part 4)

In the past, I’ve shared some of what I’ve written here.  It may be good, it may be terrible, but I need to get it out into the world.  If you like what you read, let me know.  I’ll be posting the stories in installments, and I will eventually put up a pdf of the full story.

Live Your Dreams (part 4)

Time slowed to a crawl once she left.  John stared at the clock.  He had never noticed how long a minute can be.  He turned on the TV after 20 minutes.  The time had passed so slow it had felt like an eternity.  Flipping between a trashy talk show, garish game shows and the far too melodramatic and overacted soap operas.  John had enough and turned the TV off.

“I need to get out of the house.  A change of scenery and some fresh air will help.”  He said to himself.

A drive in the car helped.  John ran a few errands that he had been meaning to do today anyways, and stopped at the used bookstore on the way home.  Picked up a murder mystery for himself and the latest supernatural romance series that Stephanie loved.  As he drove home he started to feel the dark clouds forming in his head again.  He felt he was returning to a haunted house.

“I’ve got a decision to make.  I can either go home and wallow in self pity or I can do something about this and try to make the best out of it all.”  John looked at himself in the car’s rearview mirror.  In public he tried to not talk to himself, at least not as loudly.

Walking in the door, he remembered the declaration he had made the other day and how he had felt afterwards.  “I’m home now, instead of wallowing and giving up on everything, I’m going to get to it and take advantage of the freedom I have now.”  He announced to the empty house.

Putting away his few purchases he went into the study, sat down and immediately started working.  He wrote at a steady pace until later that evening.  Stephanie texted him that she was on her way home.  John went into the kitchen to started dinner.

After dinner they relaxed on the couch together.  “I made some really good progress today, and I feel like I know where to go with it all. It’s almost to the point where I would let you read some of it.” He said with a smile.

“Wow! I might actually get to read what you’ve been doing. I’m touched.” She said.

“You haven’t peaked have you?” He said, suddenly nervous.

“No honey, I haven’t. I know that this is a very personal thing to you. It’s like spying on someone when they are naked. It’s just not right, it’s an invasion of your privacy. I know you’ll show it to me when you are ready to show it to me.” She smiled.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”


He focused on being positive.  He tried to not dwell on the negative.  This began a regular ritual for him.  He saw the morning shower as a way of cleansing himself of all the negativity.  Emerging clean, positive and focused.  It worked. He was able to keep writing, keep his productivity up, and kept himself focused. Not every day was a good day, but the good days far outweighed the bad days.  He continued to work.


4 weeks passed and Stephanie began to see a turn in John again.

“Hey what’s going on in there? Are you okay? You’re looking a little funny.” Her voice was concerned.

“I’m okay, I’m just depressed. Everything has been so great that I feel like I’m a new person. I’m afraid that I’m being selfish though.  Bills are coming due and I know it’s going to be tight with only your income.  I worry that I’ll become that moody depressed person again once I start the job hunt.” John was worried.

“Oh sweety, it’s not like that.  Things are a little bit tight right now, but I’ve picked up a few extra shifts.  Plus we have our savings and your unemployment.  We will be okay” She took his hand reassuringly.

He looked into her eyes.  “Thank you.”

“For what? I’m just telling you things you already know. A few of them you’ve even told me.” She said.

“You’re right, but I just wanted to thank you for being the strong one right now and keeping me together. I don’t know where I’d be without you right now.”

“Well you wouldn’t have any clean socks, you’d be eating too many frozen dinners, and you’d probably still have that ridiculous soul patch.” She teased.


A week later he completed his first draft, and it was time to let Stephanie read it.

“I have a surprise for you after dinner.” John was cooking spaghetti.  Stephanie swore it never tasted the same when she made it.

“You’re cooking for me and I get a surprise. Should I be excited or scared? What did you do?”  She joked.

“Nothing bad, I promise. I want you to read my first draft.”

“Really? I can’t wait. I know this means a lot to you. Now hurry up and finish cooking, I’m starving.” She left him in the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.

After dinner he produced a print out for her to read.

“I typed it up so it would be easier to read and it helped me to fix a lot of the basic spelling mistakes and missing words.” He handed it over to her. “Also it’ll make it easier for you if you want to make notes of anything.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“While you read, I’m going to distract myself with some video games. It’ll help keep me distracted if I’m trying to not get teabagged by a misogynistic 12 year old.”  John kissed her and went into the living room.


Two hours later Stephanie came in and sat next to him on the couch.

“Well, what did you think?  I want you to be honest.”  John put the controller down.

“I think you’ve really got something here.  It’s rough, your grammar is all over the place, but I think you’ve got something.”  Stephanie pulled him into a hug.  “I’ve made some notes, but I really think you should finish this and see what happens.”