Cats & Books
Happy Monday, everyone! Hope you had a restful weekend. Clearly, Harold (orange) and Maude (tortoiseshell) did. These two. SUCH rascals! I didn’t know that cats actually do, in fact, attempt to sharpen their claws on your curtains, until I got Harold. Or witnessed a cat try to swipe everything that moves by her, including dogs 28x’s their size, like Maude. It’s a good thing they’re so darn cute, I’m telling you.
I’m in that odd, liminal space I find myself in whenever I’m between books. Just submitted a last, final batch of edits for Handmade Gatherings last week, and will begin work on the new book later this week, after I complete several freelance jobs I’m working on. It’s odd, my relationship with writing books. Whenever I’m working on one, I’m completely focused on the deadline, on getting everything just right and just so and into my editor on time. And then, I turn in the manuscript, and I suddenly feel adrift, rudderless.
Writing books is something I adore, and yet it always feels, well, like work, too. And it should, it should feel that way, with all of the attendant challenges and frustrations and joys and thrills that come with working on a project. And, of course, whenever the weather turns cool, I can’t help but think about that bit of fiction writing I hope to one day get to, as well.
Devilish cats, book restlessness, and future fiction. That’s what’s capturing my attention at present. And you?
Here’s wishing the week ahead is filled with health and happiness for you and yours!