Sometimes I’m surprised I can get any words written at all.
Yeah … I love every minute of it.
I mean, what else is the second (seriously hard) chair for?
Musings & more….
Sometimes I’m surprised I can get any words written at all.
Yeah … I love every minute of it.
I mean, what else is the second (seriously hard) chair for?
I write stories of good versus evil, epic demon-infested battles, and life threatening scenarios. My heroes are loyal and stalwart, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for duty and morality.
You know, sword and sorcery saving the world with some chocolate and true love rolled into the mix. The battered and bloody hero always triumphs to win the day, the battle, and the war, sort of thing.
But, in my real life …
The cat always wins.
Even when voices are raised and pillows are being tossed at 5 a.m., or pages desperately need to be written, or the bathroom door has to be closed because there are guests in the house or a business meeting being conducted over Skype in the living room.
The. Cat. Always. Gets. His. Way.
And there are two of them:
I guess that’s just the life of a writer.