Specifics, Bob

From the movie, Phenomenon:

Dr. Bob Niedorf: Right. Name as many mammals as you can in 60 seconds. Ready? Go.
George Malley: Hmm. 60 seconds. Well, how would you like that? How about alphabetical? Aardvark, baboon, caribou, dolphin, eohippus, fox, gorilla, hyena, ibex, jackal, kangaroo, lion, marmoset, Newfoundland, ocelot, panda, rat, sloth, tiger, unicorn, varmint, whale, yak, zebra. Now "varmint" is a stretch; so is "Newfoundland," that's a dog breed; "unicorn" is mythical; "eohippus" is prehistoric. But you weren't being very specific, now, were you, Bob?

I've spent the greater part of the week beating around the bush, dealing with the big picture; the grand scheme of the road ahead of me. Now it's time to talk turkey.

I want to write. I want to do it for a living, hopefully a good one, but, no matter what, it is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have to. If I don't I will simply explode.

I have felt more alive than I have in years these past few weeks since I have made it a point to write something, anything, every day. It has helped me put things in their proper places and see things for what they really are. It has given me renewed hope, as if I am actually able to dream again. I've reached the point where I actually look forward to writing more.

My wife, my dream girl, knows what she wants to do as well. I'm so proud of her and I know she'll be the picture of success. She always gets what she wants.

Our paths are more than compatible; they compliment and complement one another in ways that we had never even expected. The benefits far outweigh the temporary disadvantages inherent to either path, and we know that this life will afford our son so many great opportunities that we believe that we are setting him up for success as well.

We have a plan. It's a good one.

Specifics?

Well, no, not here. It's our plan. But don't worry; I'll let you know how everything turns out.