Cat Voyeur
Okay, I have decided, after much thought, to have a short comeback as a blogger. I don't have time to invent a snazzy online persona; I don't have anything to rant about. I am not sure who Eddie is but I will investigate. What prompted this sudden change of heart is a cat. From my desk, I can see an orange and white cat sitting on a neighboring roof. It is raining. The cat doesn't seem to mind. He/she has been looking intently at me for a while now. It keeps raining. The cat seems very content. I am taking the semester off from teaching to finish a book and it seems very odd. I like teaching a great deal. Being a full time writer feels a bit like a cat sitting on a roof in the rain.
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Gloria Avner says:
power of the ordinary
Your words on the rainy day cat and full time writing brought back a memory. Your dad. London, 1968. He wanted to be seen as ordinary, not an icon or writing equivalent of a rock star. He talked about his best times--sitting on a couch in California watching television in a t-shirt, eating from a bucket of Kentucky Fried chicken, grease in his beard. He was sad even then. He had just broken up with someone in the States and while he seemed to want companionship, he felt so heavy. There was some playfulness though. In a park. He liked to play squirrel.
Congratulations on your book.