Feb 12, 2010 22:56
Last night I dreamt of cats. Not just cats... Of tattoos, of an invitation to a party on gold paper. Of dressing up as a green bean. Of slapping someone and holding someone else. But I mostly recall that there were cats.
I slept the day away. I can't control when I sleep and when I wake anymore. I think I miss the daytime, but it has become hard to tell. It's been a long time since there were any lights in the house other than candles. I like sitting here in the half light. I'm listening to the first Editors album and settling down to work.
I shall make tea soon.
I can reveal that I'm working on the blurb to a yet-to-be-released novel by a good friend of mine. This book has been a part of my world for a long time now. Many, many years. One of the characters is so similar to me that the authour was startled when we met. It's a strange but ultimately romantic tale. At the same time it is gritty and painful. I will be sharing an exclusive preview with my readers int he very near future.
I just wanted to share how excited I am to be working on this. A dear friend is allowing me to help her by doing this. I can't wait to see the book in print.
Last night I went for a walk. It should have taken fifteen minutes, but was at least double that because i kept being catted. I miss having a cat, although I love my rats very much. There's something about cats. They always know more than they're letting on. One day I'll have one again. Life seems incomplete without a cat in it.
I have a lot of words inside me rigt now. I think tonight I'll try to make some come out in some sort of order.