I asked some more authors whether their pets were a help or a hindrance to their writing.
- Dory’s now too big to fit in my lap at my desk computer, where I work all day. But I do most of my fiction writing on a small laptop, late at night in a reclining chair, and there, he often lies in the crook of one arm, pinning it down so that I am forced to type with one hand. I sometimes wish he would lie across my legs so I could use both hands, as his brother Gandalf used to, but as every cat owner knows, cats decide for themselves where they want to be.
Definitely a hindrance. If Geroge wants my attention, which he does often, he’ll bunt my mouse hand mercilessly, or sit between me and the computer and bunt my head, or park himself on the keyboard and narrow his eyes at me in warning. The photo says it all.
“You really wanna risk coming closer?”
Peter St John
Written by his character Jenno
Yer questions are directed at writers, but o’ corse. Oi don’t really do no writin’ mesself (Oi got more sense than that), but moi friend P St J, writes stories about moi village o’ Widdlin’ton, an’ sometimes ‘ee puts me in ‘em, so the least Oi c’n do is sometimes ter tell people about ‘is stories. There’s a story wot ‘ee wrote about a mysterious cat wot suddenly appeared in the middle o’ the big air-raid we ‘ad, when a bomb come down right in front o’ Peter’s ‘ouse. The cat were a kind o’ comfort ter ‘im at that moment. The mystery is that ‘ee’d never seen the cat before, an’ ‘ee’s never seen it again since. It’s a pity, ‘cos it would’ve made a noice pet.
Any’ow, that’s enough from me about pets wot Oi ain’t got, but just in case yew’d loike ter know a little bit more about Itchyprick, moi gang, or moi chicken run, yew c’d always ‘ave a dekko at http://www.peterstjohn.net/
Wiv luv from Jenno.