Hi! I’m Roy Fenimore and my life was a total waste of daylight. I’m 62, I live with my elderly mother (the poor thing needs looking after these days), I never married, no children, no siblings within 600 miles. I’m a phone monkey at a call center; I help people with their internet, cable and phone. (I can’t tell you what company I work for. It’s a state secret.) I sit all day in front of a computer and go home at night to sit in front of my home computer.
I was born and raised in New Orleans, but financial difficulties brought me here to beautiful Winfield, AL, home of the world-famous “Mule Day” celebration. Oh, those amazing mules–what will they do next? I’ve spent the last 40 years putting off everything I wanted to do: pay off the credit cards, write a novel, see New York City, learn a foreign language. If there’s one thing a cancer diagnosis–even a not-so-bad cancer as hepatocellular carcinoma teaches forces you to realize is that there are only some many “tomorrows” for any of us. Or as Martial put it:
Cras vives? Hodie iam vivere, Postume, serum est.
So I’ve made up my mind! Every day (starting tomorrow) I will write at least 5 pages of my novel! Wish me luck.