J.C. Miller's Blog
June 22, 2013
Blog is a Verb?
Today my cat, Roger, threw up on my novel. Yes, the novel I wrote. The novel I painstakingly crafted and redrafted, and then with trembling hands birthed into the world, for all to criticize.
It was one of those unstoppable, horrifying moments.
Roger, my charming fifteen-year-old ticked tabby, jumped from the bed to the nightstand. He bowed his head for a silent moment, and then puked purposefully onto my book. From across the room, I watched, helpless and horrified.
Is Roger trying to tell me something?
Roger is one smart being, with valuable lessons to teach:
Sleep is not a pastime; it is a lifestyle choice.
Why go to work when you can stay in bed?
Play with your whole heart and be fierce.
Stretch out in a sunny window.
Yes, he is a sage, but we do not agree on everything. He does not believe in bed making, for example. He shuns linen laundering of any kind. My gentle, soulful yellow Lab, he barely tolerates. So, I don’t have take his book barfing statement to heart, do I?
Still, Roger may have a point.
People do look at me funny when I tell them I am “working at home.” I shudder when I think of updating my website, my Facebook or God forbid, tweeting. Reading in public, I equate with a dentist’s drill. I am tired, very tired. And my book smells like cat barf.
It was one of those unstoppable, horrifying moments.
Roger, my charming fifteen-year-old ticked tabby, jumped from the bed to the nightstand. He bowed his head for a silent moment, and then puked purposefully onto my book. From across the room, I watched, helpless and horrified.
Is Roger trying to tell me something?
Roger is one smart being, with valuable lessons to teach:
Sleep is not a pastime; it is a lifestyle choice.
Why go to work when you can stay in bed?
Play with your whole heart and be fierce.
Stretch out in a sunny window.
Yes, he is a sage, but we do not agree on everything. He does not believe in bed making, for example. He shuns linen laundering of any kind. My gentle, soulful yellow Lab, he barely tolerates. So, I don’t have take his book barfing statement to heart, do I?
Still, Roger may have a point.
People do look at me funny when I tell them I am “working at home.” I shudder when I think of updating my website, my Facebook or God forbid, tweeting. Reading in public, I equate with a dentist’s drill. I am tired, very tired. And my book smells like cat barf.
