When
I’m hanging around Facebook, I see many writers posting about their pets who
are their writing companions as they sit with a laptop or at the pc (I say
‘who’ because they’re people to us, right?). I have such a pal. His name is
Radar, and he loves to climb up on my glider-rocker and lay on my laptop, my
hands pinned beneath him. Although he might understand what “glib bloc donnnnnnnnnt morm;hsic.”
means in dialogue, I don’t and neither do my readers, lol.
The
other day our newest furry kid, Voodoo, leaped from my hubby’s nightstand and
landed in the middle of my keyboard. First, it scared the bejeezus out of me,
and second, she opened up so many programs with her crash landing that it took
me a couple of minutes to shut them all down and fix the part of my manuscript
she’d messed up.
It
makes me wonder: do animals somehow pick up on your thought patterns like they
do our emotions?
LOL,
many strange notions like the one above skitter through my mind at odd moments.
Perhaps it’s the burst of adrenaline that causes them when said cat frightens
me. But seriously, I sat and pondered this thought after Voodoo startled me—of
course this was also after a few choice curse words.
If
our fuzzy companions are so attuned to us, maybe, just maybe, they can zero in
to our thoughts as we write.
Who
knows? Maybe one of Hemingway’s many cats helped him write his classics?
However,
I doubt Radar or Voodoo have helped me write any of my 1 Night Stand books. If
they had, it would’ve burned their fur off!
LOL!
Check
out my 1NS:
When Jagger Castillo sees Ellecia Lightmaiden trying to call
lightning from a clear night sky, he knows she’s a perfect candidate to
experience the Castillos’ new resort on Planet Vyzani. Stuck on Earth, Ellecia
has never been able to find a man who sates her sexual appetite to generate the
power she craves. Goaded into going on a date her boss has paid for, she
relents once she learns Madame Evangeline has chosen four younger men for her.
However, the method in which Ellecia must travel to Vyzani is terrifying. Can she trust science to send her through cyberspace without losing her body or reassembling it wrong? And if she does make it to her waiting men, will they be compatible and quench her need for incredible sex?
Perhaps Madame Evangeline’s perceptiveness has sent Ellecia across a galaxy to love.
However, the method in which Ellecia must travel to Vyzani is terrifying. Can she trust science to send her through cyberspace without losing her body or reassembling it wrong? And if she does make it to her waiting men, will they be compatible and quench her need for incredible sex?
Perhaps Madame Evangeline’s perceptiveness has sent Ellecia across a galaxy to love.

