Well, readers, it’s shortly after one a.m. on Monday morning, meaning I have just shy of 23 hours to finish my manuscript. Today has been interesting as my novel continues to unfold under my busy hands. I just figured out how I can kill off the character I need to bring to a tragic end, so that’s reassuring if a little creepy. Basically, I’ve decided what all the dots will be: I just have to connect them. Guess which of those tasks is the easy one. Righto.
I’m sitting cross-legged in my usual spot on the living room couch, trying to decide if I want to grab another Diet Pepsi and run with the idea that struck me most recently, or drag my sorry carcass to bed. It could go either way at this point, really. Leroy has clearly decided on the sleep option. He’s stretched out on his back along the length of my thigh, snoring away and waking up just enough to purr every now and again.
The funny part is, I think drool boy is dreaming. A few times over the last hour, his face has twitched and his little white paws have scampered like he was chasing something. Luckily for me, he runs with his claws in or my leg would be a mess. Whatever he was dreaming about, I hope he caught it and I hope it was tasty. Knowing Leroy, he was hunting down a piece of chicken breast; the furball is domesticated indeed.
Here I am, time ticking away on my contest deadline, watching the cat sleep. Get with it, Kay. Characters don’t kill themselves.
copyright 2011: http://bluespeckledpup.com