Purring Pussycats, Bird Poop, And The Voodoo Princess
What’s a blocked writer to do?
Fourteen days until deadline I sank into my favorite pink poofy chair in front of my antique library desk with a stack of crisp white paper in front of me, a newly sharpened pencil in hand, and my cat Buttercup “Butters” purring on her bed in the corner. Tick tock, tick tock—meddling grandfather clock. Tap, tap, tap—impatient pencil against my forehead. “Wake up in there. I need a product name, slogan, and story for the c...
