Scotty Cade

 

This is where you really get to know Scotty Cade, the person. There’s probably more information here than you’ll ever want to know, but here goes:

I started my life in the city of New Orleans, Louisiana, better known as the Big Easy and was raised along with my two sisters in a very small neighborhood along the mighty Mississippi River. I was undeniably a momma’s boy and enjoyed a lot of alone time with my stay-at-home mother before my younger sister was born, while my older sister was at school and my Dad was at work. I spent fun days doing chores around the house riding on the back of her vacuum cleaner singing Etta James songs. When the chores were done, we settled down for story time which is where my love of reading and eventually of writing began. But all that came to a horrible end when my baby sister was born and I no longer had Mom all to myself. Then another horrible incident struck — my sixth birthday and the first grade. Oh boy, did I hate going to school. I went, but not without kicking and screaming literally every morning until I was seven. My poor mother. Sharing my mother with my newborn sister AND attending school left us very little time together and I truly felt deserted. But I really showed her. I jumped ship into my Father’s world. I was the only boy, so it was the logical next step. Happy again to be the center of someone’s world, I soaked it up everyday.

scotty_cade_boybMy father raised quarter horses as a hobby and some of my fondest memories surround that time in my life. When we were older, on weekends the entire family would pack up the horses and head to local horse shows where, my father, my younger sister and I would compete in barrel racing and cutting. But my most cherished memories are of my father and me taking long horseback rides along the levies of the river enjoying sandwiches and snacks prepared by my mother. We spent long summer days riding and jabbering about this or that or just enjoying a comfortable silence. It wasn’t really the conversation or the silence that was important to me, but the interest he took in my life that thirty five years later, still makes my heart swell.

After a brief marriage, one of those special moments is where I found the nerve to come out to my Father. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. He did much better that I did and in the end wanted only my happiness. He’s been nothing but supportive and non-judgmental of my life and I will remember that as long as I live. Unfortunately, the lights in my life got a little dimmer when my loving mother died seven years ago of colon cancer and dimmed yet again when my Father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s three years ago. Fortunately, he still lives in our family home near my sisters and they act as his primary caregivers, but he has really good days and really bad days. He does his best and that’s all we can ask of him.

Okay, enough of the sappiness. I attended Louisiana State University, majored in Marketing, but was enticed away by the offer of a job to manage a large well established furniture store in my hometown. I went for it. I stayed with that company for five years and started making my way up the corporate ladder. I joined a high-tech company in New Orleans, and was transferred to Atlanta, GA where I met the love of my life. Kell and I have been together fourteen years now and we’re still going strong.

I’ve worked for a total of six companies throughout my twenty-five year career and ended up as the Senior Vice President of Worldwide Marketing and Public Relations for a very large company based in Atlanta, GA. Throughout my career I focused my writing capabilities on Marketing materials, Annual Reports, Press Releases, radio scripts, broadcast media, and the likes, but always had novels running rampant in my mind.

 

A few years ago, Kell and I gave up the corporate rat race and bought a small hotel and restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. Can you imagine two southern boys ending up in New England, on an island no less? What a culture shock – for us and for Martha’s Vineyard. But after six years, we managed to find our way and are healthy and happy in our environment. About three years into our venture, we hit burn-out and hired a general manager to run our business while we took a year off. That is when I started my first novel, Final Encore, and I haven’t stopped writing since then. After that first year off, Kell and I enjoyed our freedom so much that we purchased a forty-two foot motor yacht called “One Mo Time,” which is now where most of my writing is done. We travel the waters of New England all summer long with our Shetland Sheepdog, Mavis and in October we cruise down south to Charleston, SC for the winter.

The ideas for books keep coming and sometimes my fingers are just not fast enough to get it all down. So I dance the dance between my fingers and brain on a daily basis and can only hope for the best. As a southerner who was raised to value commitment and fidelity, most of my characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes and however difficult the path. I believe that in the end, the boy should always get the boy. After all, I got mine.

Okay, enough of the sappiness. I attended Louisiana State University, majored in Marketing, but was enticed away by the offer of a job to manage a large well established furniture store in my hometown. I went for it. I stayed with that company for five years and started making my way up the corporate ladder. I joined a high-tech company in New Orleans, and was transferred to Atlanta, GA where I met the love of my life. Kell and I have been together fourteen years now and we’re still going strong.

I’ve worked for a total of six companies throughout my twenty-five year career and ended up as the Senior Vice President of Worldwide Marketing and Public Relations for a very large company based in Atlanta, GA. Throughout my career I focused my writing capabilities on Marketing materials, Annual Reports, Press Releases, radio scripts, broadcast media, and the likes, but always had novels running rampant in my mind.

A few years ago, Kell and I gave up the corporate rat race and bought a small hotel and restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. Can you imagine two southern boys ending up in New England, on an island no less? What a culture shock – for us and for Martha’s Vineyard. But after six years, we managed to find our way and are healthy and happy in our environment. About three years into our venture, we hit burn-out and hired a general manager to run our business while we took a year off. That is when I started my first novel, Final Encore, and I haven’t stopped writing since then. After that first year off, Kell and I enjoyed our freedom so much that we purchased a forty-two foot motor yacht called “One Mo Time,” which is now where most of my writing is done. We travel the waters of New England all summer long with our Shetland Sheepdog, Mavis and in October we cruise down south to Charleston, SC for the winter.

The ideas for books keep coming and sometimes my fingers are just not fast enough to get it all down. So I dance the dance between my fingers and brain on a daily basis and can only hope for the best. As a southerner who was raised to value commitment and fidelity, most of my characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes and however difficult the path. I believe that in the end, the boy should always get the boy. After all, I got mine.