The Journey, Larry The Cat, And American Idol… by Susan Lute
When I was a young writer – not young and a writer, just early on in my writing career – I had a target. That bulls-eye was publication. Nowadays that bulls-eye is – at the risk of repeating myself – to write the best story I can. It’s interesting, because I’ve come full circle. I wrote my first published novel back in the day, on the bus going to and from the day job in Portland. Now I’m back with the same company, but instead of writing on the bus, I’ll be writing for an hour before switching chairs to the day job computer. And I’m back to just writing. Life is an interesting, twisted journey.
Let me tell you about Larry, the cat. Larry was born in a litter of three. He had two brothers. Mamma was one of those super hunting cats, but one day she didn’t come home. After coaxing the barely weaned kittens out of the woodpile, we named them Mo, Larry, and Curly. Mo didn’t survive childhood, and though Curly was bigger, Larry was more aggressive and it wasn’t long into teenagehood that Larry encouraged Curly to go find his own home. Many years later, it turns out Larry is as good a hunter as his mother. Maybe better. Here’s what’s fun about Larry. He’s kind of half indoor cat and half outdoor. In the winter he sticks pretty close to home. Starting in the spring, every year he packs his satchel and takes off. Usually he comes back from his journeys, but occasionally he stays away long enough we begin to think Larry, the cat has gone to cat heaven…or maybe found another home.
See, the thing about Larry is in the beginning he didn’t particularly like humans, except the hubby and daughter who coaxed him and his brothers into the house. Despite that Larry has grown to be a loving cat. He keeps his claws sheathed unless startled. He’s independent. Goes his own way. Always comes home. And is very good at being a cat. Sometimes he makes his way into a story about humans. I’ve learned a lot from Larry about navigating the world. Humans often think too much. A cat, not so much. Each step is measured. Enjoyed. A scratch behind the ear and along the cheek bone turns on the purr motor. A cat lives each day in an unhurried way until there are no more days.
Which brings me to the final paragraphs of this post. It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of American idol. This year I was a little worried because I wasn’t sure about the judges and how they would shape the show. So I thought I wouldn’t watch, but I did and I fell in head over heels in love. These judges are passionate. They’re honest. Kind. And I love watching their faces as they listen to each contestant. Each one brings an element to the judges panel that is unique and blended together makes the show more interesting than ever. Their egos are there, but their humanity is there too. The thing I LOVE about American Idol is the raw talent gearing up to strut it’s stuff. American Idol makes me want to be a better writer; to tell the best story I can. (Photo Credit: George Holz /FOX ©2012 Fox Broadcasting Co.)
And speaking of good stories. I’m reading Edge Of Oblivion by J.T. Geissinger. O. M. G! Fabulous story! Can’t put it down.
Enough of my blathering. How about you? Which book can’t you put down? And what in your life inspires you to chase your passion?
Posted on January 27, 2013, in General and tagged Americal Idol, best story, bulls eye, Edge Of Oblivion, humans, J.T. Geissinger, judges, Larry the cat, Mo Curly and Larry, See Jane Publish, Susan Lute, the journey, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.