I should be asleep, because I have to open the store in 7 hours, but I’m not.
There’s a cat meowing outside my window and I can’t help but think of editing and the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. I wonder if he would make a tiny hat for the cat? I’d like to think he would.
I wonder if Edgar Allen Poe ever came across a stray cat? I bet he did. I bet he named it Raven. Raven’s a good name for a cat, stray or otherwise.
I want a writing desk with a raven on it, a small one in the top left corner, and a typewriter, one that goes whoosh! That would be the best kind.
I wonder if I have what it takes to write a great book, just one, before I die? One that means something to somebody, and is read over snuggled blankets and with cups of hot Chai tea? I hope so.
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