Lost Friday

Alright, lets get one thing straight: Lost is the most amazing show this earth has ever seen. If Lost was a religion, my ass would be in that church every week. I got my dad and his girlfriend hooked tonight. They lost (ha!) their minds when they found out Locke used to be in a wheelchair. I can't wait to see their reaction when Ethan shows up? Bam!

Lost is also great when you're kind of depressed. The search for a writing job isn't going great. I was expecting the rejection, but I wasn't expecting how hard it was to find jobs to be rejected from. Ninety percent of the jobs want a resume sent to them. Which I get...you want to hire someone who has a clue what they're going. But how exactly do you find a job when you need a resume and you feed jobs to build a resume? I think that's a Catch-22. I don't know...it's been five years since I read that book. Was it good? I can't remember if it was good. People say it's good.

But I'm not giving up. You don't need a resume to enter a writing contest! My dad is looking over my story that I'm going to submit to a literary magazine, and I'm going to start on the Canadian Writer's Journal short story contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to write about yet, but I have a feeling there's going to be a likable protagonist who meets some obstacles and becomes a better person for it.

Until than...Lost. And a generous amount of wine.

Your Friend,

McGonz