Cats Can’t Write

They try, though. My cats constantly tromp back and forth across my keyboard, but nothing they come up with is worth saving. Not even with extensive, aggressive editing.

Some days I can’t write, either, no matter how much coffee I drink or Carr’s Whole Wheat Crackers I stuff in my face. Those are the ones that are crumbly and a little sweet. I can’t stop eating those.

The first Cable Bend book is moving along. I’m about two chapters away from a complete first draft. I keep coming up with new ideas as I’m writing – enough to keep me in this little town until 2017 so far.

I’m not really focusing today. I’m giving serious thought to just lying on the sofa binge watching Archer or clearing out the DVR. Some days you just gotta go with the flow.