So I clear off my desk ready to work on revisions to HIGHLAND HEIRESS, go to make a tea, come back and this is what I find. Clearly, our cat, The Count (as in, of Monte Cristo) doesn't want me to work. Since I'm bigger than The Count, I moved him off the desk.
Only to come back later and find....
The look says it all, doesn't it?
Alas, he must move again, because the work must be done. Of course, it would easier for us all if I simply went to the pages listed by my editor and addressed her note about something on that page.
But no. I start from the beginning, because some changes that sound simple aren't, and there are always typos to be found and prose to be rendered more smooth or precise.
Which is why it took me over two hours to go through 14 pages yesterday, cats on manuscript notwithstanding.
3 comments:
Remember, NOTHING is as important as petting the cat! You could try reminding them that your writing pays their bills, but I don't think it will make much of an impression. Good luck.
Rosemary
Cats can demand their fair share of attention. But sometimes, I think they have an ulterior motive to things. Mine graces me with her back to rub and scratch. That was my reward, now I am to put more food in her bowl. Lately, we have had to cut back on her meals because she had been gaining weight. The other reason was that we were hearing pitter-patter of little feet scurrying around our cabinets.
The diet has cut her girth and the noise but I could swear she may be using my internet when I leave my computer. I find my browser sitting on a page for catnip and I am getting confirmation orders for purchases of fish. (BIG GRIN)
Fuzztail (because she has this big fussy tail she sticks up in the air) can be a lot of fun but it has to be on her terms though.
Dennis Clarkston
AKA Clark Stone
Yes, who owns who, really? :-)
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