#22 Getting the Details Right It isn’t hard to find online comments about the adorable pink jellybean toes our kitty-friends sport. (And yeah, they are utterly adorable–especially when they have freckles on their toes like one of my kitties does. Those are the cutest things ever! I digress though.) Have you ever noticed just how much their paw pads look like little pink teddy bear faces? The chin, the little pink ears–total teddy bear … Continue reading →
#78 Plague of Rats Authors face unexpected hazards while trying to get their books written. Historical authors sometimes face unique challenges as historical problems rear up their ugly heads and try to–well sometimes–eat one’s muse. But never fear, that’s why authors have cats, right? Most recently, imagine my surprise, nay shock and horror that my home was under invasion by a plague of (stuffed) rats. Look at the size of those things! Almost the … Continue reading →
#84 Binge Watching the Bird Channel Writing is tough enough without distractions. One would think that with no young children at home, having the house to myself, it would be easy to sit down and get writing done. Yeah…no, not so much. When one has a houseful of cats, one has a houseful of distractions. Either the cats are the distraction or they point you to the distraction, or some days, both. One of … Continue reading →
#49 Ghost Writers Most writers would have you believe that they do their own work. That each precious word on the page came from their own hand. But the ugly truth is that their are ghost writers out there. No, they don’t run about in white flowing sheets with cut outs for the eyes, yelling ‘boo!’ from behind bookcases. Alright sometimes they do, but not usually. And when they do, they generally scream … Continue reading →
#65 It’s Rude to Watch Someone Bathe People ask all the time, how long does it take to write a book. I always reply it depends on a great deal of things–many of them things one would not expect might interfere–unless one has cats, and then it all makes sense. I mean, really, who else would bathe sitting on top of your desk? Who else but a cat would plop down in the middle of … Continue reading →