There are days when being a Professional Mews is a whisker-frazzling job. Days like these:
Me: Better sit your butt in front of that computer and make some words.
Cindy: Yeah, you’re right. I just have to take a shower first.
Me: Okay. But then you have to write.
Cindy: Let me just fold this one load of laundry. Then I’m sure I can concentrate better.
Me: Write now. Laundry later.
Cindy: Actually, the floors are a mess. I’ll give them a quick vacuum before I write.
Me: The floors are fine! Write!
Cindy: I should really go on a walk. Exercise is important for my health, you know. And besides, I can brainstorm while I walk.
Me: You can brainstorm with your fingers on the keyboard, too!
Cindy: I could read some blogs and see what’s happening on Facebook. That’s practically like networking, and networking is very important for writers, right?
Me: *growling* Get off the stupid internet and open your document!
Cindy: I’m tired of sitting at the computer now. Maybe I’ll read one of those great new middle-grade books I just brought home from the library. Reading in your genre is something all writers need to do.
Me: *ears laid back and tail switching* Put down that book, missy! If you don’t start writing by the time I count to three you’ll get to meet my razor-sharp claws up close and personal! One . . . Two . . .
Cindy: Fine! Look, I’m writing, okay? You don’t have to get your tail in a knot and be all hissy about it.
Me: Sigh. Mission accomplished—finally! They don’t call me a “Professional” Mews for nothing. It’s not a job for the faint-hearted.