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FIRST PLACE
Everything I Learned About
Writing
I Learned From My Cat
By K.I.M.
Burbank, California
I yawn and stretch luxuriously.
Mmm.
That was a good dream. It might make a good story someday?
I'd better find out! So I roll over, snuggle myself
deeper into the warm blankets and go back to sleep
...
Yeah.
That was purrfect! I'm going to write that one down.
But first I need to eat ...
Nothing like a hearty meal first thing in the morning.
Steak and bacon and eggs and ham. Lots of meat makes
a writer's coat sleek. Um. I mean, hair.
Speaking of hair, I need to wash it. The best thing
to do after a nice meal is bathe ...
Mmm.
All that good food and warm water made me sleepy. Next
item on the agenda: a mid-morning nap ...
Ooo, what a wonderful dream! All that action and adventure
made me feel like playing!
A coupla computer games, a little surfing the net,
a phone call to make and then maybe, just maybe, I
can get down to work?
Several article ideas float through my head:
"
Cat Toys ..." oops. I mean, "Boy Toys Are
A Girl's Best Friend."
"
Achieving Clarity Through Cat-Napping."
"
Nine Lives: Nine Women Who Live As Pampered Pets."
Whew. All that play and work and now I'm exhausted.
Time for my mid-afternoon nap ...
I yawn and stretch and wake up HUNGRY. Nothing in the
cupboard. Nothing in the 'fridge. Time to cut out some
coupons and hunt down some bargains ...
Back home from the store, I toy with a few recipe ideas
and then some random thoughts on work, hunting, er,
I mean shopping, play, etc. First I stalk, then I pounce,
then I bat them around mercilessly -- until they bore
me -- and I leave them panting on the kitchen floor
to die ...
If, after dinner, one of them so much as twitches,
tries to make a move and/or shows any signs of life
whatsoever, then that's the one I carry to the keyboard
to work on for the rest of the evening -- that is,
until I get sleepy.
Yawn ...
And that's everything I know about writing.
Courtesy of Muffy.
Copyright (c) 2004 for the
author, all rights reserved.
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