...Only this one is feline.
When my kids were little, writing with them present was impossible. First drafting, at least, is something I must do without distractions.
To all who have done it with babies on their knee, my virtual hat is off to you.
When they got older and I was more experienced, I still wrote first drafts when they were at school. One of my kiddos, in particular, had the habit of bursting in with frequent non-emergencies, and for me— managing to stay in “the zone” was not doable.
The empty nest brought three new felines. I missed my kids’ interruptions most of the time, so the cats took over. But the cats respected writing time. They had their things to do, and we all got our work done.
Until now. Enter our newest resident, Miss Nougat.
It’s quieter than ever, with my kids off to peruse their lives far away, and I miss them terribly. But I should be relishing the freedom to first draft with guaranteed quiet.
Nougat has other ideas.
She talks all the time. Not typical meows of her species, but short and long sentences, punctuated with exclamations and question marks. I swear, her vocabulary is very rich.
She also insists I pay attention, resorting to performing tricks, playing ball games, attacking the furniture and if that doesn’t get me to stop what I’m doing and join her, she resorts to folding her ear back so I can gape incredulously.
How is one supposed to write a first draft that isn’t punctuated by #@!~*&^%.......?
G-d love her, every bit. And help me.
That’s about where we are. All suggestions welcome.