I've said it before, but there's something satisfying about making a physical object. I think it's why I prefer to distribute a lot of my writing in paper form, even though I spend ridiculous amounts of time online. In the end, it just feels right. So I'm excited to say I finally got off my ass and finished "The Cat Man," a short story I abandoned about a year ago. It's the sixth in the series of shorts I've put together -- a mix of illustrated, experimental narratives, and short stories.
The Cat Man is probably the most optimistic thing I've written in a long time. It's more allegory than story:
The story of Federico Jaime Gonzalez, "The Cat Man." He is the son of two Uruguayan cinephiles but has lived in Chicago his entire life -- virtually all of it in a 1-square mile area on the north end of town.
He designs sailboats, but he has never seen the ocean. Instead, his inspiration comes to him each night in powerful dreams, that he believes are tied to his remaining close to the place of his birth.
Until one day, strange postcards begin arriving and his dreams begin to fade.