#Stupidity #catlife #writerproblems #WritingCommunity

As the title suggests, I’ve been dealing with a lot of stupidity over the last two weeks, give or take. And to boot got some extra bad news today. So, I’m sorry for the radio silence, but you know how it is. You can’t plan for life sucker-punching you.

Anyway, enough with the sob stories. I thought I’d post today to bitch a little.

Here’s the thing: you know that old stereotype about writers and their furry babies? Well, I’m here to tell you it’s true. However, in my case, it’s a blessing and a curse. See, I have two. A sweet, three-year-old, female cat and a big, fat, loudmouthed – about five-year-old – male cat.

My girl loved to hunt anything smaller than her, with or without wings, which is a blessing really since the loudmouth is usually the one showing them the way into the house…

The same goes for letting me do my thing. When they see me sit down to write, he’s got nothing but complaints, while she’ll curl up next to me for snuggles. This means making progress in writing depends on who’s next to me at the time and in what mood they are in. Because if little miss is running around hunting while mister I-need-Liposuction is snoozing it might equate to cuter chaos, but chaos all the same!

Something like so.
And then there’s this.

That said, I just started a new short, I know, I’m a glutton for punishment… It’ll be a little foreshadowing of what leads to book 4 of my series. Here’s hoping I can finish it before the New Year!

All right, I’ve rambled enough. While I gave up on the holiday drama a long time ago, I hope you guys have been able to stay sane and manage to hold onto that sanity through the festive craze!

Stay true to yourself.

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