Something fun for the weekend…so one of the things I never talked about because it was too hard at the time, but a few years ago Sam, the furry editor, finally passed. I still miss him like crazy, but I haven’t been really in a position (or ready) for another kitteh, so I’ve been doing the next best thing: hiding out and writing at a cat cafe. And by writing I mean ignoring my manuscript unless I’m reading it to indifferent felines that I call my critique group. It’s awesome. Heres some reactions for your Caturday:
Come Selahway With Me... 