2nd November
2014
Dear Cassi,
For so long in my life
I’ve had this image in my head. It’s of a dark universe dotted with stars, but
in this darkness there is an abyss. I see a star falling into that abyss and
feel it on the cusp of becoming nothingness.
The other stars go dim and
all hope vanishes for the little speck. The darkness closes in and all light is
gone. Then there is a flash and the speck rises from the nothing. It holds
itself against the velvet blackness and births and infinite number of stars. To
me this has always been the symbol of hope from hopelessness and triumph from
defeat. Then you could chock it up to me being eccentric.
Over the weekend I’ve run
my normal loads of dishes but added in the work of clearing out my bedroom with
the hope of removing the smell of cat poop and placing back in this room my
entire bedroom set. My bed is now in pieces across two rooms waiting for me to
reassemble it once I’ve cleaned and dried the carpet. I cannot clean the carpet
until the morning so I must take my rest on the floor tonight.
In other news, my novel
received no reviews over the last month and it should have been rejected. For
some reason undisclosed the publisher granted an extension. What another month
will do for me in their system of review I couldn’t say. In thirty one days no
member took the time to read and review my work and another month may be just
as fruitless.
This is a moment of
darkness for me. I have no bed to sleep in and my hope is lost in the darkness.
Oh well, I do as I have before and square my shoulders to the task ahead.
March on, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
