Writing a novel, for me, isn’t a process of starting at the beginning and continuing until the end. I start out with an idea, like a few words scribbled on a sheet of paper. This takes weeks. I think about it while, and the words become something like a drawing, with stick-figures in pencil. Somewhile… Continue reading Traveling even when I’m not
And Now there are Two.
It’s very quiet here. Yesterday, I buried Patches. At a ripe old age of 14 or 15, his health was rapidly going bad. It had been two days since I had last been able to feed him. Nothing told me more clearly that the time had come than seeing him unwilling to take a bite… Continue reading And Now there are Two.
How do Writers with Cats Write?
I’m trying hard, working on chapter 17 of my outline, visualizing the land around Angel Fire, New Mexico and doing my best to stay inside the head of Joe, but there’s this kitten perched on my foot, trying her best to undo the double knotted shoe-laces. I’ve knocked her off too many times to count,… Continue reading How do Writers with Cats Write?