I was all set out to write about how as a busy Vampire mom I never have enough time. Then again I don’t have the self-indulgent luxury of feeling sorry for myself.
A busy friend of mine (a dad) said “If you want something done ask a busy person.”
I have a deadline for some short stories and suddenly writer’s block has hit me like a big block of iron ore right in the side of the head.
Then there are those four novels looming around like ghosts. Two of them 90% done. All are exceptionally good if I may say so myself. My husband doesn’t believe I’ll get them done before my 200th birthday. I need an editor.
And speaking of ghosts…my ghost is gone. I don’t know where the nasty little bastard went. Damn him.
I was going to write a post about either Werewolves, my new Vampire Cody or my business partner and how she handles working with Vampires. But I didn’t. I started to and it just turned out stupid.
So instead I’m sharing a photo of the cat. He isn’t a Vampire. Just a cat who is quiet good at being a cat as you can see. The spell check said I should say “that is quite good at being a cat” but I see him as a WHO not a THAT. The Grammar police have no power over me today. But back to the cat…he is quite wonderful.
Vampire Maman’s Cat
And speaking of grammar:
You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat does — but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights, and you’ll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people think it’s the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain’t so; it’s the sickening grammar they use.
– Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad
And I’m sharing some doodles by my phone, not done on some app, but scribbled with pen and pencil on my desk. I’ve cropped out dates, phone numbers and names. Add to list “Do Serious Artwork.” It is too bad I didn’t turn the California Artist Julian Rix (look him up) into a Vampire when I had a chance. He was a lot of fun. That was back in the late 1870’s. But art…yes, I need to get serious again or … I could just doodle I suppose.
That last doodle is my cat and me.
Like they tell the kids at lunchtime in preschool “You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.”
And no, my husband will never figure out how my mind works and he gave up a long long time ago. He doesn’t read this blog either, but I’m fine with that. If you blog don’t expect your partner to read it. That is usually a good thing.
So anyway, have a Vampire sort of day – you know, happy and Gothic and all full of fun and bats and cocktails and passion and stuff like that. Add to list: Passion. Call Teddy.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman