I have the most phenomenal friends. I don’t mean to brag. Well, I kind of do. My friends (old and new) have been so gracious to let me into their lives and become a part of my “chosen family” and there is no real way to repay them for being such a huge part of my life. I feel honored every day to know so many diverse and talented people. Not only do I share company with dozens of talented (published and unpublished) writers, but computer technicials, graphic designers, beauticians, medical practitioners-all so passionate about what they do. They have a way of always surprising me with their creativity and it’s an inspiration and a kick in the butt for me to get to work. While I’m trying to finish Dollhouse Daughter, I thought it was time to share how my friends in inspire me to keep going.
So this blog post is a spotlight on one of my most versatile friends, Erin. She has degrees in Biblical studies and history to name just a few, and has a healthy love of all things science fiction and fantasy. And she has a knack for early morning flash fiction! She shared this little bit of hilarity with me and I knew I needed to show my lovely minions what good company I keep outside of my little blog home. Enjoy this, comment about it, share it with your friends.
Captain’s log: 3:00AM
The small, white Ewok insisted she needed to go outside even though she was out there not too long ago. Upon our trek to the door, I heard one of her claws snag on the carpet. I detained the Ewok and proceeded to trim her enormous talons. She tolerated this, but upon release she was no longer interested in a foray into the dark night. All the while these events were transpiring, the giant gremlin looked on patiently and intently. Sensing his opportunity when the Ewok ambled away, he demanded to be escorted into the darkness outside. I obliged, if begrudgingly. Upon our return, I realized the remnants of the Ewok talon-shearing were strewn about the mess hall. Not knowing what mystical powers these shards held and not wanting them to fall into the wrong hands, I swiftly gathered the pieces and chucked them into the incinerator. As they disappeared before my eyes, I lamented that we now may never know the potential of those slivers of glory. Finally, I retired to my cabin to reflect upon the recent events and seek the solace of my pillow.
Happy Caturday! Don’t forget to read and write something furry today!