Saturday, April 05, 2008

In which the writer is an idiot...

This morning, while I was writing, one of my cats tipped over a glass of water onto my notes and keyboard both. While I sat there, yelling like an idiot, Katrina grabbed a bunch of paper towels and got to drying everything out - pausing only long enough to ensure I'd saved my progress before she swabbed the sodden keys.

That's just one of several thousand reasons I'm glad that I'm not doing this alone.

So, fellow writers, if you don't have yourself a Katrina, I suggest you go and get one. Stay away from mine, though - the last thing I need is for her to realize just how damn out of my league she is. And let's face it, my keyboard probably wouldn't last the week.