So it’s the last day of Mare and I wrote exactly 0 words. Must be a new world’s record. But we got the book plotted and I know what the last scene is (that’s HUGE in fiction) and we all had a wonderful time. And now I’m heading south to Doom Boy and image coaching, and not a moment too soon for the image coaching.
Must go pack. And get my speech notes together. And finish the laundry. And find out why the cat is sitting on the basement steps, staring at me malevolently. Bob looks at me like that. So does Eileen, for that matter. Hmmmm.
Oh and Mare is due in April, so you’ll be hearing more. But for the next week, I’m going to be over on He Wrote She Wrote correcting Bob’s interpretation of things. It’s a full time job.
6 thoughts on “Mare 12: Well . . .”
Doom Boy!!! I’m still laughing…
LOL! I dont know why Bob gives you that look but the cat probaly gives you that look because it missed you?
And find out why the cat is sitting on the basement steps, staring at me malevolently.
Cats can get very stressed when their humans disappear. Maybe the person who was loving them in your absence just didn’t devote themselves to pure cat lovin’ 24/7. 🙂
Is the Bobster a cat person?
Perhaps you should take the cat to visit Bob and see if it will help lift the cloud of doom currently hovering over South Carolina. Maybe all Bob needs is “pure cat lovin’ 24/7”.
Hey, a plot is good! It’s a great feeling when you have the roadmap ready, isn’t it?
When I plot, I feel like I’ve created a nice little Play-Doh can. And now I have to shove a cat into it. Writing’s that way sometimes, isn’t it?
Enjoy your trip!
I just wanted to let you know I cannot wait to read Anyone but You. I have a basset hound named Fred! We send you grettings and thanks!
Kristie & Fred
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