Image attributed to Gourami Watcher via Wikimedia Commons.
I don’t have a pet right now, but am thinking about getting a guinea pig since I miss having a fuzzy animal curled in my lap when I read or write (hubby’s allergic to cats 😦 ). The following is what I imagine what GP and I will talk about:
I walk over to GP’s cage and undo the latch. “Wanna cuddle on my lap for a while?”
GP stays put in the far corner and says, “Nah, I was thinking about taking a nap.”
I give her an incredulous stare. “Seriously? You just woke up.”
“I wasn’t sleeping. I read somewhere that some insomnia is caused by the eyelids’ inability to close. I was just testing mine.”
“You made that up.”
GP looks at a random point past my shoulder. “No, I didn’t.”
“C’mon, there’s shredded carrot in it for ya.”
GP scoots her wiggly butt over to the door and allows me to carry her to the desk. I pass her some carrot and she asks, “So, since I’m going to stay awake anyway, whacha writing?”
“A blog post.”
“You’re not much on elaboration, are you? Are you sure anyone is going to read this post of yours?”
“Maybe. It doesn’t matter yet.”
GP coughs on her carrot. “Doesn’t matter? Honey, I don’t do anything unless there is an incentive. If it doesn’t matter, then why do it?”
“Well, it doesn’t matter that hundreds of people read it. What matters is that it’s going to help me become a better writer.”
“What kind of writer do you want to be?”
“I want to change the way society thinks for the better. Kind of like Harriet Beecher Stowe or Charles Dickens. It’s part of the meaning of life for me.”
“I thought the meaning of life was forty-two.”
“Go to sleep GP.”
“Ah! Now that’s something I can understand.” GP promptly closes her eyes and begins to purr as I stroke her ginger fur.
[This post was written as a part of the NaNoWriMo Pre-game Kick Off over at Jessica Schmeidler’s blog.]
NaNo word count: 13, 691.