Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Behind the Books: My Writing Partner

This is my ever-ready, ever-reliable writing partner, Princer—a.k.a. Princey, Little Guy, and Mini Munchkin. My husband rescued him from the mean streets of Cambridge after someone abandoned him. He was scrawny and mean, but my husband loved him anyway.
The first time I met Princer, he bit me—hard enough to draw blood. For some reason, my husband didn’t take that as a bad omen. He kept on dating me and eventually married me, and over time, Princer and I learned to tolerate each other.

When we moved into our house, Princer started to mellow. He had more room to run around, and he had nearly constant companionship—me. He hasn’t bitten or scratched me in quite a while now, and sometimes he even sits in my lap while we’re watching TV.

For the last couple of years, Princer has been spending a few hours a day sitting on my desk (as you can see in this photo). Sometime she watches me intently, and sometimes he naps.

Whenever I read my writing aloud to check the cadence, Princer perks up and pays attention. If he starts to yawn, it's a sure sign that the piece needs more work.

But sometimes Princer purrs. That’s when I know all is well.

1 comment:

  1. What a great barometer for writing! I think dogs would pretend if a piece still needed work, to avoid hurt feelings. But cats - they don't pull any punches. I'm glad you and Princer struck a nice balance! He looks like a happy feline :)