Lest ye mere mortals have any doubt that our cats are teaching us their language, I offer this:
If you blog, or regularly read blogs, you already know what it means, the ultimate in "yeah, so what?"
Call the cat? You get Meh-ow. Offer the cat something she thinks is boring? Meh-ow.
Hold the door open with the cat sitting right in front of it, pretending she want's out? Meh-ow.
Meh. We're halfway there. They'll teach us to talk yet.
Loose ends. I Found a Knife is done.
I'm spending the weekend "at loose ends". Feeling restless and lazy at the same time. Trying to get up the energy to see what the next story will be. I love telling/writing stories. But planning the story is like chipping paint off the house. It has to be done, but that doesn't make it suck less. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, whine, gripe... Now shut up and get to work.)
Thanks to all who have read along. That's what makes the writing fun.