Almost six years ago now, my friend Jane found a kitten. The kitten joined a large family of other cats, but fit in rather well. The car was named "Trainwreck". In the early years, I would work on the couch while visiting. If my friends went to work, I would stay and work from my laptop. And Trainwreck would come over for cuddles. In those early days, there were long nights and sometimes, naps. Trainwreck seemed to understand that my napping in front of the computer would be detrimental to my success. And though I was pretty allergic, I would find some cat claws deep in my leg.
I'm back right now, and Trainwreck is outside. But clearly my muse remembers who I am. A half squeak from this cat and I'm awake. Actually, right now, she is sunning right out of the window while I work on the last few pages of the new book I am about to release.
I haven't nodded off yet, but when I do, I'm certain, Trainwreck will find away to get me up and working. So close on the new book.
