Squirrelly Writing Session

Today’s writing session was weirdly structured (or unstructured). I’d write a few pages in the novel, and then my brain would squirt some random idea out. Like a dog addicted to chasing squirrels, I’d pursue that idea until the squirrel was gone, edit what I’d written, and then resume writing.

I attribute the randomness to conversations with friends yesterday about quantum mechanics and brains (and consciousness), and dreams I had last night. But even with the squirrel breaks, it was a satisfying and engaging day of writing like crazy.

Time to stop writing like crazy for today and squirrel off to do something else.



Floofryu (catfinition) – short poetry form, similar in structure to haiku: three lines, with twenty-three syllables. Floofryus deal with the foibles of cats, also known as floofs.

In use: 

Dancing with paws and claws extended

mouth open and teeth exposed

she battles phantom adversaries

Thursday’s Theme Music

In 1971, I was fifteen years old, and entering high school. Richard Nixon was president.¬† The Vietnam War continued, and the Pentagon Papers were printed while the U.S and U.S.S.R. continued their arms race. Protesters marched against the war and the bomb. Although it was a new decade, we hadn’t turned the page socially. The summer of love, Watts riots, and Chicago ’68, among many events, all still resonated through our awareness.

Peace was a major topic. From it came songs, like this one, “Peace Train.” Cat Stevens wrote and released it. He’d soon add to the national conversation by becoming a Muslim and changing his name to Yusuf Islam after almost drowning.

He’s an interesting, talented person.


Flooftable (catfinition) – the schedule by which cats complete their activities. Flooftable is often misconstrued as being the same as the Periodic Table of Floofs; the two expressions are not interchangeable.

In use: Abiding by the flooftable, the cat arose at 3:30 A.M. and nuzzled the sleeping people. They swatted him away and covered their heads. At 3:40, he batted the mouse across the floor and chased it, and then jumped up on the dresser and knocked everything off that he could. At 3:50, he demanded to be let out of the house. 4:15 found him demanding to be let into the house. At 4:30, he insisted that he needed to leave the house again. The angry people obliged him, with threats, which saddened him.

Sitting down, he washed his face to console himself. He didn’t want to do these things (he’d rather be sleeping, of which he was very fond), but it was the flooftable, and the flooftable needed to be observed and respected, or catnarchy would reign.

So said the Great Floof, who crafted a specific flooftable for every cat in the world. He wished people could understand that.

An idea was born.

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