I am getting confused about what I have already written here about The Place because of so much being eaten by this site. You may have to suffer through some repeats until I get more organized from moving. I found my can opener, so can now eat without going to the expensive local corner rip off market. I am working on the stuff to write better pretty soon. We should all benefit from that!
I don't think cats are strictly required to be a writer, but don't think your chances are great without one. I am not taking any chances on such an important matter, so I have two excellent cats. The older cat is very old and therefore very professional. The younger one is still an amateur cat, but working diligently to gain professional status. He has even managed to surpass the older one in the area of cuddling in bed. He will stay curled up next to me under the blankets purring for hours. Such stamina is unusual.
He is nearby supporting my current writing efforts. He sensed me looking at him and opened his eyes a little and looked back at me. He is in the prime window bed, important for observing bird and neighborhood activities. The professional cat is holding down the fort back in the bedroom. He will be immediately be galvanized into action at any sounds remeniscent of food, however.
I suppose my digression into cat support activities has something to do with a fear of messing up writing about The Place. I have a conflict about doing it between fear of not doing it right and of not doing it enough, or maybe not at all. This is an uncomfortable spot to be in. I am sure the discomfort can be greatly relieved by writing more about The Place. Both of us may be wondering why this is not happening.
Writers have lots of ways to describe not writing. This activity that I an now indulging in is not, "writer's block" since it is not complete constipation of pen, or rather touch keyboard, but only a partial blockage. I think it is more akin to an activity known as, "pencil sharpening". I have known writers who completely sharpened away an entire brand new pencil in the process of pencil sharpening. Actual pencil sharpening is not required to do the writer's version of pencil sharpening. One could do filing or color code one's paper clips, for example. Pencil sharpening has done a great deal to improve my filing system. It has even moved me to clear out small sections of my unread emails. Nothing makes hated activities as appealing as pencil sharpening.
I like to listen to music to help many activities. I use headphones to spare my neighbors many hours of acute misery. At the moment I am not making the neighbors listen to Early Music. I might like it a little too much right now since I am in full pencil sharpening mode. It might be necessary to switch to Renaissance or soft Jazz or something like them.
Okay since my pencil sharpening is roaring full blast, I must take drastic measures and go out into the world and pencil sharpen. I shall publish, sally forth, amd then return, hopefully to write more about The Place.
I don't think cats are strictly required to be a writer, but don't think your chances are great without one. I am not taking any chances on such an important matter, so I have two excellent cats. The older cat is very old and therefore very professional. The younger one is still an amateur cat, but working diligently to gain professional status. He has even managed to surpass the older one in the area of cuddling in bed. He will stay curled up next to me under the blankets purring for hours. Such stamina is unusual.
He is nearby supporting my current writing efforts. He sensed me looking at him and opened his eyes a little and looked back at me. He is in the prime window bed, important for observing bird and neighborhood activities. The professional cat is holding down the fort back in the bedroom. He will be immediately be galvanized into action at any sounds remeniscent of food, however.
I suppose my digression into cat support activities has something to do with a fear of messing up writing about The Place. I have a conflict about doing it between fear of not doing it right and of not doing it enough, or maybe not at all. This is an uncomfortable spot to be in. I am sure the discomfort can be greatly relieved by writing more about The Place. Both of us may be wondering why this is not happening.
Writers have lots of ways to describe not writing. This activity that I an now indulging in is not, "writer's block" since it is not complete constipation of pen, or rather touch keyboard, but only a partial blockage. I think it is more akin to an activity known as, "pencil sharpening". I have known writers who completely sharpened away an entire brand new pencil in the process of pencil sharpening. Actual pencil sharpening is not required to do the writer's version of pencil sharpening. One could do filing or color code one's paper clips, for example. Pencil sharpening has done a great deal to improve my filing system. It has even moved me to clear out small sections of my unread emails. Nothing makes hated activities as appealing as pencil sharpening.
I like to listen to music to help many activities. I use headphones to spare my neighbors many hours of acute misery. At the moment I am not making the neighbors listen to Early Music. I might like it a little too much right now since I am in full pencil sharpening mode. It might be necessary to switch to Renaissance or soft Jazz or something like them.
Okay since my pencil sharpening is roaring full blast, I must take drastic measures and go out into the world and pencil sharpen. I shall publish, sally forth, amd then return, hopefully to write more about The Place.
