I have found several reasons not to write my 2000 words a day for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer’s Month – November), today it’s the cat. He obviously needed to be photographed, he had posed graciously in the sunlight. I trotted off to get my camera, he was surprisingly still in place when I got back. I arranged myself on the floor and he quickly moved himself to my non-sunlit chair behind me. OK. This may take a little longer than I thought. So I got up and sat in my chair. He was not exactly displeased, but he left and went to the window to lick condensation off its bottom edge and then to breathe on it and lick on up a ways. Not really a great photo op.
OK, I’ll just have to wait a little longer because that sunlit patch on the floor is going to draw him in. One of my dogs went to lay in the sun and aha, the cat decided to make his move. Purpose, meows and threatening paw raises and both dogs cleared the pathway to ‘cat in the sunshine on the carpet, teasing them around the table leg.’
I returned to belly flop on the floor, pretty sure that this time he wouldn’t immediately give up his sunny space.
Time to get back to writing fiction. The problem is there are so many choices for disasters, which ones should I write? The cat isn’t helping, his typing yesterday – in code again.