I’m in one of those creative phases where I have four or five things I want to work on, and absolutely no drive or confidence for any of them. Unfortunately, this blog is one of them. I’m sorry I haven’t been real bloggy lately – I have three story ideas/books I want to work on, I’m trying to figure out how to get into the business of selling stock photos, and oh yes, I leave for three months on another continent in two weeks.
Fortunately, Slicker came in to save you all from a Ruby-less night. I know you’re thanking the heavens on bended knee for that.
I was picking through the photos I took yesterday – trying to shoot black & white with low light didn’t work out so well – when Slicker came in. He stopped for a moment near my chair, hesitated, then turned around.
“No, hang on, come here – I’ll pet you.
“Sure. Come here.”
He trots over and nuzzles my hand. “Oh, good. I was afraid you were busy.”
“Nah, I’m never too busy for you.”
“Good.” He rubs up against my filing cabinet and wanders away, still purring. “That’s nice.”
And he leaves.