I'm back to my writing group...another good thing about Fall.
Last week we were given a prompt to write about.....1200 wc
about a public argument. I finished it. It's called, Seeing Red
Cathartic,actually. Felt good.
This is Ms.Kitty O'Shea, boss kitty of the house
she finally stopped walking across my keyboard and settled down on the bed next to me.
Will she ever give up her dream of becoming a writer?