Editor Cat-There
are Days, by Rogena Mitchell-Jones Manuscript Service
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Tinkerbelle is looking at me from her bed behind
my monitor where she does her best editing. She knows what I’m thinking. She
knows I don’t have a clue what I’m about to write, and she knows I’m going to
fudge my way through in spite of that. Cats know these things, but…
How do they know?
Tinkerbelle, Prime
Editor
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I turn slightly and see Tink is not alone; Little is also
watching. She wants to see what I do next. She looks exceedingly smug, knowing
that if she doesn’t like it, she will drift her feathery fur across my touch
screen and make it all disappear in a fizzle of pixel-fire.
Little, Hands-on
Editor
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There has been a lot of buzz on the internet lately about
cat editors. You think we’re kidding? That the phrase, cat editor, is just a
cute way of saying we like to work with a cat on our laps? Not true. Cats know
a good story when they hear one, and since they are essentially telepathic,
they often know a writer’s work before the writer does.
Tinkerbelle is purring as she pushes me for full
disclosure. Okay, I admit my title is misleading: I don’t find cats scary, and
certainly not my own little clowder.
Keep Writing or the
Claws Come Out, by Jordan L. Hawk
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No, I’m not afraid of cats or their arsenal of arcane
abilities. Bring them on, the more the better! (Limited only by my finances and
how many litter boxes I can clean in a morning.) Their talent for reading my
mind and at times, influencing it, is a good thing; after all, what would a cat
writer be without cats?
The fact that my books revolve around cats doesn’t seem strange
to me.
When sometimes I find myself writing from their
perspective, well, that isn’t so weird, is it? Someone needs to tell their
stories.
When I have crazy cat lady dreams and wake up with a cat
on my head, that’s just normal, right?
But sometimes when I close my eyes, I begin to purr…
Be afraid! Be furry
afraid!
Tinkerbelle, the black floofy
female with one white whisker, is a 15 year old rescued stray who until
recently worked with me as a therapy cat. Little, also female, black (with a
pendant), and a rescue, is 9 and sassy. Big Red, the orange tabby male, adopted
me. His age is thought to be around 12.
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Happy reading!
I laughed my way through your article, Mollie. It was entertaining, funny, and sorta true.
ReplyDeleteAll the best to you...
Thank you and forgive me for such a late reply - I only now saw I had comments.
DeleteMollie, I love this post! We sound like birds of a feather - or maybe I should say cats of a clowder. (I'm also thrilled to see someone else use the word 'clowder.') I too have a clowder of feline editors. (Loki is currently draped across my arm as I type, requiring more back-spacing that usual.)
ReplyDeleteI refer to my clowder as my "mewses" and the only thing stopping them from world domination is their lack of thumbs.
May the fur be with you!
Forgive me for such a late reply - I only now saw I had comments. I like "mewses".
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