Nature Abhors a Vacuum

I will admit it, I took a week away from any serious writing.  I dabbled, I mowed the lawn, and I mourned my sweet Tristan.  And because I live on a farm, well, cats happen.  Where one adorable lap-cat left me mourning, two fuzzy and precocious kittens have helped make it better.

619870468538534778No, they don’t have names – not yet, at least.  This pretty little grey thing is the boy.  He started it all by laying in the barn being adorable.  My husband, the cat man, couldn’t help himself.  He had to love on the little guy, and shockingly enough, the kitten didn’t mind at all.  He loved it and wanted to be picked up.

Then he got sick.  Nothing bad, just not feeling perfect.  Inside he came (which means he’ll never leave).  Well, the little guy demanded to sit in my lap, fell asleep on my shoulder while I typed, and went from being the side effect of cat drop-offs to being a pet.

9191526641692853056Then there’s his sister.  She’s probably not related, in all honesty, since we had a few pregnant cats decide that our never-ending food bowl makes this a perfect home.  Where the little boy is sweet, this one is fearless and funny.  Oh, she also loves people, but she loves chasing us and attacking my dogs.  Yes, big dogs.  She will puff up and bounce sideways at them, then is so proud of herself when the guys lay down on her level and let her bat at their faces.  She got to come inside because the little boy was scared and lonely (and my adult cats wanted NOTHING to do with him).  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but let’s be honest here.  The chances of her ever being just a barn cat again?  Slim to none, and I’m leaning toward the none side of that.

And for those of you wondering about the other cats?  We’re trying our best to slowly but surely take them all in to be spayed.  Not so easy when strays show up constantly, but we are trying.  Now, if I could just get new ones to stop arriving, like the new male that’s causing fights all night long… yeah, that would be great.

I know, we could stop putting food out, but I’d rather be that sucker than pretend like they don’t exist.  And once they’ve succumbed to my husband’s loving ways, they’re easier to find homes for.  Hey, everyone needs a hobby.

But, the two kittens have made me feel like writing again, and it hurts just a bit less to write Tristan constantly.  I now have the ending of When We Were Crowned all mapped out, and it shouldn’t be that much longer to get it on paper.

Alpha reads have made a few minor corrections, but this book has been dubbed to be “on track” for what I wanted.  Hopefully, y’all will love the story, and I’m kinda excited to end this curse.  I mean… there’s nothing wrong with having all my pets in bubble wrap… right?

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The Curse of WoO #3

 

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It seems the curse has struck again.  For some reason, Wolf of Oberhame 3 seems to hate me.  Every time I sit down to work on this novel, things happen that make it hard to actually WRITE.  It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just Murphy’s Law jumping in with a whole lot of special effects.

It started with my father having sudden shoulder surgery.  Driving him to medical appointments didn’t do much for typing out words.  Then a pet got sick and needed almost constant attention.  Somewhere along the way, I set the last book of my gladiator series aside and managed to release a few other works.

But it’s been so long since I started this series, and I really want to finish it.  Hell, the fans want to read the ending!  So, I’ve cut myself off from social media, refuse to write a word in anything that isn’t When We Were Crowned, and it’s coming along so well.  Honestly, this book is going to be so good.

Then the Curse of WoO3 struck again.  About a year ago, I ended up with a pair of orphaned kittens.  We named them Leyli and Tristan.  Well, a few nights ago, Tristan ran out the door.  In seconds, he was across the street, into a pasture, and gone, thrilled to be free in the wilderness.  We tried to find him, called for him, and nothing.

The next morning, he was dead, hit by a car.

So, I’m taking a little break from you, WoO 3.  Just a few days so I can mourn my sweet Tristan without having to type his name over and over all day long.  But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up.  I will not write a word in anything else until this series is done, so listen here, Curse… you will not win.

Just don’t judge me for encasing Leyli in Bubble Wrap.