That’s the sound of me backing up. It annoys many others in the coffee shop when I back up when I’m writing. “Can you stop beeping?” they shout. “I’m on my cell and I can’t hear myself think.”


I’m backing up from yesterday’s writing. Oh, what a miserable day. I don’t know where the muses were, but they weren’t here. Did they stage a walk-out? Maybe. Don’t know.

I knew I had to make some links, slow down and let the story breathe, to improve the novel. That’s what I was trying to do. After a fitful session, I’d written a lot but I felt like it was horrible. I didn’t like it.

The muses agreed this morning. As soon as I awoke and finished thinking about my dreams (more family and dogs – WTH?), a muse rep said, “You know that stuff that you wrote yesterday?”


“Well, it’s terrible.”

“I — ”

“It muddies the flow and does nothing for the pacing or coherency.”

“Yeah, I — ”

“This is what you need to do instead. First, delete all of that crap.”

“Crap is a little harsh, don’t yo — ”

“And then, this is what you write.” He proceeded to tell me.

I thought the proposal over. It was a lot better, and made more sense. I nodded. “Okay, I will. Thanks.”

My thanks went to empty air. The muse was gone. Guess they were off to help some other poor writer.

Got my coffee and took my first gulp of the blessed hot, dark, bitter brew. Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.


Infloofsition (floofinition) – a severe questioning conducted by one or more housepets.

In use: “The floofizens gathered to conduct an infloofsition as soon as the bag was opened. When she set it down, the cats jumped up on chairs and tried reaching into it with their paws, while the big dog tried shoving his snout into the bag (earning a swat from a cat), and the little dog sniffed the air while jumping up and down, trying to see the bag.”


Floofizen (floofinition) – animal inhabitants of  particular place.

In use: “Some floofizens are shy or adept at hiding in plain sight, challenging the ability to know if animals were present, but this wasn’t true for Millie the Boxer. She was the official door floof.”

Thursday’s Theme Music

Caught myself singing these lyrics as I walked through the late afternoon’s sunny heat to the pub to have beer with friends.

Time is the essence, time is the season
Time ain’t no reason, got no time to slow
Time everlasting, time to play B-sides
Time ain’t on my side, time I’ll never know


Give yourself a million points* if you recognized “Burnin’ for You” by Blue Oyster Cult from 1981. Collect all the points for a chance to win big prizes.

*Points redeemable at any Points 4 Us location. No expiration date. Void in all fifty states, Washington, D.C., the U.S. Virgin Islands, Guam, and Puerto Rico. Cash value is one millionth of a cent. Not redeemable for cash. The points are completely bogus, which is beside the point.

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