Apparently I’ve been obsessing over cats lately. In conversations with friends. During client meetings. HERE . . .
I’m even cursing them in my sleep (according to Greg).
Usually when you obsess over something it’s because you secretly, deep down LOVE whatever you’re feigning hate for.
So I’d just like to get this clear – once and for all:
I. REALLY. DO. HATE. CATS.
An ex boyfriend of mine used to say, “Why would anyone want a box of shit in their house?”
Although I thought him cold and callous at the time (“Awwww. But they’re so cute”), today I’m older and wiser and AGREE WITH HIM.
On another note, I’ve been busy as a bee and a few of my articles were published online today. Only I couldn’t tell you about it until now because this site was being attacked by hackers. Nope. Didn’t piss me off one bit.
Over at the Write On Project you can read “My Imagined Life BC (Before Children)” and at The Urban Muse, “Separating the ‘Writer’ from the ‘Prolific Writer’”.
Hope you enjoy them and feel free to leave comments (hint, hint, wink, wink).
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