Critique partners Catherine Mann and Joanne Rock team up for a blog tour this month to celebrate their September releases, both featuring military heroes! Today, we thought we’d take a totally different approach to blogging.
Want to know the real truth about what happens in a writer’s life? Facebook doesn’t scratch the service. If you want a unique peek into the world of the working writer, you can hear all the details from the inside observers with a front row seat. Er, pet bed. For the first time, writer pets reveal all…
From the Files of Duchess, Norwegian Forest Cat Extraordinaire - Writing? Do not let Joanne Rock fool you. I often lounge at the side of this so-called author while she taps on her computer keys, and I can tell you that more often than not, this time is spent smiling vapidly at other cat pictures on Facebook. Today she “Likes” a dopey kitten clinging to life by a tree branch who announces “I can’t hang in there ‘til Friday,” while yesterday she “Liked” a similarly inane photo of a scrawny fluffball climbing a pillow like it’s Everest with a caption of “Don’t Stop Until You Get to the Top.”
When Joanne is done liking things on the computer for the day, she also seems to like the coffeepot. Numerous trips to this device ensue, occasionally disturbing me from a nap to do so. I deliver a variety of incensed meows and indignant looks, but I have had little success curbing this disruptive behavior pattern.
Some actual writing may take place between noon and three p.m. Relaxing music is played during this time and the house –often full of stomping, rough-housing males- is blissfully quiet. Therefore, I have a hard time keeping my eyes open to monitor events. There is an occasional tapping of keys, but I notice there is some occasional nodding off for her, as well. I have awoken more than once from my own slumbers to see Joanne’s eyes closed, head slumped to one side. When phone calls from other humans occur at this time, Joanne explains that she’s “thinking” about her story. It is a cover story I know well. When I am caught napping and wish to hide it, I lick my paw as if I’ve been busy cleaning all day.
My name is Sadie and I live with Cathy Mann and her family – or rather, they live with me because I am the center of the universe! I look like a Boston terrier/beagle/pug mutt, but don’t let the snaggle tooth grin fool you. I am truly the smartest of the canines in the Mann house. (Technically, the cat is smarter, but he says he’s too good to be put to work writing a blog or anything for that matter.) Therefore, I’ve elected myself to share the story of Cathy’s workday as a writer.
The other dogs here – and there are many – have been tricked into going into the backyard. See, I’m faster, muuuuuuch faster, so when the back door opens, we all charge out but I sprint back in, slipping past just as the door closes.
Victory. I have Cathy all to myself. For a while anyway.
Cathy’s a writer who also fosters puppies for the Humane Society, so her day goes something like this:
Wake up. Let dogs outside (I pee fast so I can sprint back inside to watch her clean the puppy crate – silly puppies!)
All come inside to eat – I claim a sofa for a nap. Silly foster puppies walk on Cathy’s feet while she writes on her laptop – puppy knocks over her diet Coke and wakes me up. We’re all outside again and she shuts the door FAST.
I watch through the window as Cathy cleans up the diet Coke. Then she lets us all inside, puts puppies in a playpen, tosses raw hides to us three dogs that live here all the time, and then she goes back to writing.
Oops – did I fall asleep? – hmmm – time for trip to the vet, groomer, dog park – car ride, car ride, car ride. I loooove the van!
But wait, this is supposed to be about Cathy, even though we all know the world revolves around moi!
We’re home already? Darn.
Cathy’s sitting on the porch talking on the phone or with papers in her hand. Manuscript? Whatever. She writes notes on them, types on the computer then either a puppy eats the papers or they become crate liners.
Nap time in the sun until kids are home from school.
Annnnnd she’s writing again. There’s usually a food smell coming out of something called a crock pot. I call it torture since all I get to do is smell it then watch the family at the table eat it.
And that wraps up a day in the life of my favorite person in the whole, whole, whole wide world. The end. (Love, Sadie)
Pets can be such a special part of our lives. Did you have a pet as a child? If so, what was its name? One lucky commenter will be chosen at random to win a copy of FULL SURRENDER by Joanne Rock and GUARDIAN by Catherine Mann.
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