Life has been difficult the past year or so, but to go so long with so little output of these little gems?
If I can create something as unique as AUBREY once who's to say I can't do more of the individual stories as well as another more complex tale?
Today has been an interesting day...
A couple of days ago I took the cats to a vet to get their nails done and get one a shot. When the folks behind the social media accounts for the vet got wind of the blog post about the trip they asked permission to plug it on their social media.
Yesterday the cats posted a book review and the author of the book left a comment.
When I wrote the author a note of thanks we got into a little back and forth, the gist of which was that I shared a little about myself and my creativity and regretfully admitted that, no, I would not be able to attend Blog Paws and meet her, in June, despite scheduling a 5 day vacation around when the event occurs, as I could not afford to do so.
Three things she wrote me stood out:
"Writing is not easy and very much an ivory tower activity."
"If your poetry is cat related — you may have discovered a niche market worth pursuing."
"My answer for writers block.
He called himself an artist, not just a writer, but a storyteller, a creator of works on paper, or the internet, using pens or a keyboard as his tools.
He was 56 and been doing this for 18 years, but had no book and little audience to show for it.
He had not been inspired to write a story in some time and going on a long walk was his attempt to find inspiration.
As he turned the corner he saw the stationery store window display of fountain pens and was so distracted that he stepped into a huge pile of crap; brown, fresh and smelling of God knows what, it covered his right shoe in a disgusting mess.
Human? Animal? Extraterrestrial? He had no idea. The story of how it got there was no doubt as messy as the product before him.
He thought a moment…was there the “perfect” explanation for its presence? Could he tell that story in such a way as to improve upon the unknown reality?
He remembered the fountain pen display and thought…I have never used a fountain pen before; maybe it was time.
He slipped off the shoe, smiled, and went inside the store...
*****UPDATE - 11pm*****
A very kind comment was left to this post 45 min. ago and is promoted to this place of honor:
You see- it works!!! Nice one! I love fountain pens; my dream is to own a Mont Blanc. For now I use the disposable Bic ones available from Amazon... Keep going ...cats make the best Muses...
Thank you for the kind words of encouragement.