1,000 Words XII: Beach Cat

Beach Cat



This little dude wandered up to the beach house I was staying in at Holden Beach, N.C., one year right after a rain storm cleared out. He was a stray, just house-hopping, getting some love and maybe possibly food where he could. It was the first and the last time we saw him that week. Like a little furry ghost. He epitomized the beach-aura, though. Laid back, friendly, scruffy–a tad sunburned around the ears.

I miss that feeling in my life (aside from the sunburn part. I do not miss sunburns, ever.) Are you all missing any particular feeling in your life? Relaxation? Or maybe urgency? Stimulation? Or would you rather be slightly bored? Let me know.


New posting schedule!

Hello, my doves! I hope everyone had a good St. Patrick’s Day, and that you aren’t sitting in the drunk tank waiting on bail or something of that nature, and have all your body parts. And sanity.

Well, okay, the sanity is optional. Anyway.

I’m sorry I have been missing in action for the past two weeks. It was a perfect storm of craziness: work was crazy, cat was sick (round two!), and it was just all kinds of nonsense.

That said, it gave me quite a bit of time to think about–and feel guilty about not posting on–the blog. Lately, I’ve been having trouble keeping up with my three times a week posting schedule. I either run out of things to talk about or I don’t have a lot of time to write the blog posts. Therefore, I have made the executive decision to reduce my posts to once a week.

The new posting schedule will be Wednesdays, going up at 10am Eastern Time.

Which means, technically you will be getting two posts this week. This one, and then one for Wednesday. Friday you are on your own, kids.

The goal of this new posting schedule is so I can bring you more quality content, and more of that content being about the art and business of writing, publishing, and creative agony.

Kisses and rocket ships,


The Power of Pets

Last week, I had to take my cat Raven in for her vaccines. This is a no-muss, no-fuss process for the most part, she is good about being at the vet. She just doesn’t like being confined in her crate in the car. Normally, when she comes home from the vet, or the other cat, Ember comes home, there is a couple-hour or so adjustment period.



Not for Raven. Raven is 100% a-okay the moment she walks in the door. Ember, on the other hand, gets offended because her sister smells funny (or Ember smells funny). Ember will bluster for a little while, Raven will ignore her, and by the end of the night everyone is friends again.

Well, this last go around there were changes. Raven was given a new variety of rabies vaccine, which she had a slight reaction to, making her groggy and grouchy. Ember blustered as usual, and then Raven fought right back.

It was all hair, teeth and eyeballs for a few minutes. I separated them and went to sleep. The next morning, Ember was very sick with some kind of bladder issue, and she had to be taken to the vet. She was prescribed some medicine and will be fine, but oh my goodness. So much stress.

And to top it all off, the cats are still not friends. We’re experiencing a prolonged adjustment period and it is stressing. Me. Out.



My cats are my stress relief. They purr and snuggle and play. The cuddle up with me at night, one on either side. But because they are not currently friends this is not happening and I’m totally thrown off.

Can’t sleep well. Constantly worried. Tense.

I know that some people think this might be silly. They are just cats. For those of you that think I’m the crazy cat lady, that’s fine. I am nutty. Mock me if you must. For the cat–or pet–lovers out there, do me a favor? Cross your fingers these two start getting along again, like, soon. With the quickness.

Thanks in advance.

Zombie cat toy

I have two rambunctious cats. Both of them have their favorite varieties of toys. The striped one likes toys that can be thrown and fit in her mouth because she likes to play fetch. The black one likes toys attached to strings and wands because she likes to chase them and do backflips in the air trying to catch them.

A few months ago, I bought them some new toys. I bought a fox with a squeaker, and a mouse attached to a string and wand with a squeaker. The striped one liked the fox–it was easy to carry and only squeaked every once in a while. She carries it all around the house. The mouse, however, squeaked every time it moved and the black cat was TERRIFIED of it.

So, being the excellent cat-mother that I am, I stomped on the mouse to kill the squeaker inside. It worked! And once she figured out it no longer squeaked, we were able to play.

When we were playing the other night, everything was great up until the point it started squeaking again. The cat ran away, and I sat in the armchair, baffled. It was dead. Now, it is undead.

It goes from being silent one moment to squeaky the next. It’s a little creepy, this zombie cat toy. *Shudder*

In other news, I managed to pull a muscle in my back yesterday. While doing laundry. No, not lifting the laundry basket or anything like that. I had the clothes on my bed, and I bent down to pick up a sock and fold it. And then I pulled a muscle. Because I’m awesome.

I hope you all had an excellent holiday! I have some funny stories to tell you later this week. Have a good Monday.