Today's post is about trying to be a writer and loving my cats.
Rockin' Roy and I are now lucky enough to live with two of these blasted critters, meet Marvel -
A few months ago I made the decision to leave my job and pursue fiction writing. I loved a lot of stuff about my job, but I reached a point where I felt I drastically needed to shake my life up and also write stuff. Which I am doing. No really, I actually am writing things, whole sentences are going into documents and everything. Apparently that's all there is to it. That and the crippling fear...
Am I as prolific as I thought I would be? HAHAHAHAHA HELL NO. It's hard, but yes I actually am adding to that word count very slowly. I know a lot people manage to juggle tough careers, families, and still get their books done and maybe I will too, but for this summer at least I was working on a whole bunch of personal things and was lucky enough to be able to give myself a break. So I took it. That opportunity might never come up again so now was the time.
How are we surviving at the moment? Well, we live differently. Our budget is tight. Roy's baring the brunt of our financials for a bit and I am ebaying the ever-loving crap out of my worldly goods. I had too much stuff anyway, unfortunately not much of it was expensive to begin with. I hope to join the gainfully employed again soon in some capacity and to continue writing. My professional CV is pretty solid, but is there also a market for origami skills, darkly humourous film reviews, tarot reading, djing and life advice? Because I'm available.
What am I writing? A three part fantasy novel series, a graphic novel and a couple of short stories. Yes I'm working on them all at once. Focus and get one finished you say? Never! This is how my brain works, I'll see you in hell! OK, maybe I'll do that at some point.
Marvel is a boy and DC a girl from the same litter of five. I was getting updates before they were even born and am in contact with the mama cat's owner and my friend has one of their brothers. They are approaching 4 months old and already their personalities are very clear. Marvel is much bolder, noisier, more affectionate and more of a nuisance. DC is quieter, cautious, and like to hide when she hunts. Marvel likes to catch, DC likes to chase. Marvel is a devil for any human food, DC will eat whatever's in her bowl. Marvel likes to be held up high. DC likes to have her paws massaged. Marvel sees zero problem with sticking his claws into me to help him leap on to somewhere else. DC is mortally terrified of Mr. Hoover.
They kind of recognise their names. They definitely recognise me and Roy. They are both heart breakingly beautiful to me and more fun than I could have imagined. They both like to sleep on my lap more than anywhere else - I think because I am always unnaturally warm. They are indoor cats and we provide lots of toys and playtime.
They are good with people and we've been making an effort to keep them well socialised. And possibly socialist. But that's another story...