#90 Out of control Christmas decorations Writers are a distractible lot by nature. Between flighty muses and wild, vorpal plot bunnies rampaging about, it is difficult to focus on keeping hands on keyboards, parked in our chairs. The holiday season makes that even more difficult–not that it should be a surprise to anyone to hear that. That is especially true when said writer likes to decorate. I try very hard not to … Continue reading →
#100 Black cats are bad luck Except today, when they bring you a new free book. Check out the side bar for a free copy of “Lady Catherine’s Cat” On the whole, writers aren’t known for being a superstitious lot. Not like professional athletes who, according to some, have the market cornered on superstitious behaviors. No, we writers are normal, well grounded people. I heard that–that resounding snort and huff that came about … Continue reading →
#37 Belly Rubs Anyone who has ever lived with cats understands that belly rubs are a dangerous and often uncharted territory. Cats are not like dogs, make no mistake. When a dog rolls over and shows you a belly, it is clear, your sworn duty as a human being is to pet and pat said belly. Clear and simple. No confusion there. But when a cat shows you its belly it is an entirely … Continue reading →
And now the conclusion to August’s short story. Ginger encourages some thoughtful conversation. If you missed earlier parts, find them HERE Lady Catherine’s Cat, Part 5 Her insides roiled with his revelations. As much as her heart demanded she must, how could she deny his assertions? He declared himself to have been totally unsuspicious of her sister’s attachment. Charlotte’s opinion had been much the same. Neither could she deny the justice of his description of Jane. He was … Continue reading →
Continuing the August short story challenge. Getting Miss Elizabeth’s approbation was hard enough without Fitzwilliams “help.” If you missed earlier parts, find them HERE Lady Catherine’s Cat, Part 4 Ginger raced ahead of Darcy, breaking through a narrow opening in the hedgerow. Darcy started to follow, but paused at the sound of voices. “Your cousin’s conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the judge?” Was that Miss Elizabeth? “You are rather … Continue reading →