Nature Abhors a Vacuum
I will admit it, I took a week away from any serious writing. I dabbled, I mowed the lawn, and I mourned my sweet Tristan. And because I live on a farm, well, cats happen. Where one adorable lap-cat left me mourning, two fuzzy and precocious kittens have helped make it better.
Then he got sick. Nothing bad, just not feeling perfect. Inside he came (which means he’ll never leave). Well, the little guy demanded to sit in my lap, fell asleep on my shoulder while I typed, and went from being the side effect of cat drop-offs to being a pet.
And for those of you wondering about the other cats? We’re trying our best to slowly but surely take them all in to be spayed. Not so easy when strays show up constantly, but we are trying. Now, if I could just get new ones to stop arriving, like the new male that’s causing fights all night long… yeah, that would be great.
I know, we could stop putting food out, but I’d rather be that sucker than pretend like they don’t exist. And once they’ve succumbed to my husband’s loving ways, they’re easier to find homes for. Hey, everyone needs a hobby.
But, the two kittens have made me feel like writing again, and it hurts just a bit less to write Tristan constantly. I now have the ending of When We Were Crowned all mapped out, and it shouldn’t be that much longer to get it on paper.
Alpha reads have made a few minor corrections, but this book has been dubbed to be “on track” for what I wanted. Hopefully, y’all will love the story, and I’m kinda excited to end this curse. I mean… there’s nothing wrong with having all my pets in bubble wrap… right?