I, Effing Feline, talked last week about whether my potent feline allergens made any of my fans itch over the Internet. Today I’d like to talk about something I’m allergic to.
Oh, it doesn’t make my body itch or anything like that. But it does make my pride itch. Sneeze, even. I am worthy, you must agree, of eating salmon (fresh, not canned) every day. Except, of course, when I want mahi-mahi or swordfish as a change of pace.
Another snippet today from Ed’s WIP, which now has a (very tentative) working title: The Man She Trusted, book five in his Alien Contact for Idiots sci fi romance series. He hopes to finish it during Camp NaNoWriMo this month. Yeah, right. We’ll see about that.
In last week’s snippet, Audra Verhailey said out of the blue to her alien companion: “I don’t care how helpful you’re being, I’m not having sex with you.” Today’s snippet continues from there.
This was the first time either of them had spoken during forty minutes of climbing through a dense yet kinda sickly evergreen forest. She’d been meaning to state her terms for at least thirty-nine of those minutes, ever since they started up this mountain. But the steep trail and his damned silence had robbed her of words.
He was being so over-the-top helpful that he obviously wanted something from her. All she had was her baby and her body, and of those two she assumed that he, well . . . .
She’d met him when he climbed out of a construction company pickup near where she was sitting with a map spread out on dirt that would one day be a paved street, or a sidewalk. Maybe a house. She remembered thinking they might have to build whatever-it-was around her dead body, because she was at the end of her hopes, almost quivering with despair.
And then came an unexpected ray of not-despair. Baby Roxie smiled up at this stranger and dropped the keys Audra had given her to play with, and instead of pretending he hadn’t seen, he picked them up, then let Roxie play at grabbing his finger.
Effing Feline here again. Is there anything that makes your pride itch or sneeze? Tell us about it in a comment, and be sure to visit the other writers in the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.
Effing Feline here again. Ed just got an e-mail with a picture taken this morning, April 15. Ed’s better half is in Toronto, visiting two of their sons who have moved back north. She left warm, dry, sunny Arizona — for this!
There are several things to notice and abhor.
- First, the snow. In April?
- Second, the dog. This is Brett’s mutt, Sadie. Okay, okay, she isn’t his, but an ex-girlfriend’s, but he got co-custody or some reason incomprehensible to my superior feline brain. And she isn’t a mutt, but a pure breed, which means she was expensive. Of all the things humans can spend money on, surely a dog has to be at the very bottom of the list. Right?
- Third, the dog. They had to wake up, get bundled up, brave freezing weather — to walk a dog! Ridiculous!
Brett, some advice: Make sure your next girlfriend is sane enough to belong to a cat.