Tuesday, November 8, 2011

LIfe is a story...

NaNoWriMo day 8: I'm at 12,998 words. 

I think that's pretty damn marvelous! Who knew I could write so much in these stories of mine?? I find myself in awe a bit of the things that I can accomplish and the way the stories are shaping out. I find that I want to know more about them, explore them more and see what they have to say.

In between last night and this morning, one of our cats got loose. She has a tendency to bolt when we open the door if she's near it to go out and eat some grass. Somehow or other, we missed it this time. The last time this happened, we found her on the steps up to our porch, greeting us with a meow like she had been only been waiting for us to let her in. After a day of not being able to find her, we sit here with the doors open, the lights on and a bowl of food at the door hoping that she finds her way back, hungry or tired... or just done with her adventure. 

It's quite gut-wrenching, really. I keep expecting to see her come in or go to the bowl, keep thinking I'll see her any minute and I'm having a hard time knowing she's not here. I don't know what else to do but hope and wait, not wanting to think of any other ending other than she'll find her way home.

Come home Evie Bean, we miss you.


Slaughter said...

this is a sad moment for man kind as a whole.