September 22, 2012

Day Eight of Thirty Days of Writing and something new and in my face…and on my hands…and in my shoes…

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:21 am by z. l. sasnett

There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. — Red Smith

The quote is apropos in so many ways it’s frightening considering I’m bleeding right now and not from writing.

Funny how time gets away from us when we aren’t looking.

Thirty Days of Writing sort of fell by the wayside while we were dealing with a new member of the family.

I’d get a picture of her but it’s difficult when she has two modes: Full forward, ho! and Dead To The World Where I Can’t Reach Her Or The Camera. Sadly, she has less of the second and more of the first.

It wouldn’t be so bad to have a new kitten in the house if I weren’t also dealing with an aging dog with a few medical issues. On her own, the dog is fine. She’s just old. But having a kitten latched on to her tail when she just wants to be left alone is proving to be problematic in keeping said kitten off said tail.

And keeping kitten out of trouble in general.

The dog just wants to sleep, the kitten just wants to vrooooom! So, trying to get everyone aclimated has proven to be time consuming and attention sucking. The kitten, named Beauregarde Esperanza Oolong Socks, called BooSocks says HIOMG! She is endlessly fascinated by my typing on the laptop which does a great deal in hampering any of my ability to actually get anything written. There’s a lot of blood involved.

And in between saying that and this sentence, she’s dropped off to sleep. Striking while the iron is hot.

So, here we go with Day Eight. Read the rest of this entry »

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