March 11th 2008
Writing With Pets = Imagination Insurance
I write full time at home with five cats who provide me with companionship and imagination insurance. I’ll discuss that in brief after a round of feline introductions. Meet my feline overlords:
‘Belle - don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, hate me because you’re not
Meglet - who is a very small animal
Ashbless - poetry in motion…Limerick
Leith - I’m old dammit, show some respect
Jordan - I used to be a cute kitten, now I’m a fat thug
So, how is this a writing post?
Well, because pets and writers seem to go together like fire and smoke or some other equally trite pairing. Part of this is of course due to us human types being social apes. We’re wired for group interactions and pets provide people who work in solitude with the illusion of having coworkers, or a pack if you prefer.
That’s a part of it, but not the most important part, at least not for writers. For us they provide imagination insurance. What’s that you ask? Well, pretty much by definition fiction writers are endowed with overactive imaginations.
We are prone to wild flights of fancy, especially us speculative fiction types. In shadows we see ghouls and imps. Dragons hide in our garages. And trolls demand tolls when we take the laundry to the basement.
This is by and large a wonderful way to live. Except, of course, when it’s not. Like when the house settles with a horrible screech at three a.m. or when the bats start crawling about in the walls just after sundown. At those times it’s all too easy to people the shadows with things of malign intent.
That’s where the cats come in. With five, there’s always at least one who’s out of sight somewhere. In a house with cats you don’t need to imagine what’s making that noise. You know. Any horrendous sound anywhere in the house, no matter how horrible or loud, was made by a cat. No trolls. No dragons. No axe-wielding maniacs. Just cute fuzzy creatures who can be safely ignored while you finish that paragraph.
Imagination Insurance. What kind do you have?
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Kelly McCullough
Kelly McCullough's first novel in the WebMage series, WebMage, was released by Ace in 2006 to considerable critical praise. Cybermancy, and CodeSpell followed in '07 and '08. His 4th, MythOS, is slated for late May '09. His short fiction has appeared in numerous venues including Weird Tales, Writers of the Future, and Tales of the Unanticipated. His illustrated collection, The Chronicles of the Wandering Star, is part of a National Science Foundation-funded middle school science curriculum, Interactions in Physical Science. Visit site.
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1. Antti-Juhani Kaijanaho on Mar 11th, 2008 at 10:11 am
I live in an apartment, so any sounds get attributed to the neighbors.
(Cats? Love ‘em, but am allergic to ‘em.)
2. Barry Holmes on Mar 11th, 2008 at 10:28 am
We have four cats. With them, it’s not so much that when you hear a noise and wonder what’s going on, but rather when one comes charging into the room hissing and growling at an apparently empty corner.
I’d love to know what they see, but I figure I’m probably better off not knowing.
3. Marie Brennan on Mar 11th, 2008 at 10:42 am
They’re hunting greeblingz, of course.
4. Barry Holmes on Mar 11th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Yip, better off not knowing.
I may have to write something up now about the hunting of the greeblingz.
5. Radish on Mar 11th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
I’ve succeeded in convincing myself that whenever something goes bump! in the night it’s the cats,… if not, then the cats — in the interest of guarding their turf — will attend any invaders.
The number of rampaging socks they can hunt and kill in the course of one night is impressive.
6. Kelly McCullough on Mar 11th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Oh, Marie, that’s a fabulous link. Love it.
Barry, I salute your mighty greeblingz hunters.
Radish, well with socks you can never be too careful. The ones that sneak out of the washer and dryer have to be going somewhere and a mob of vicious socks is always a danger.
7. Radish on Mar 11th, 2008 at 3:51 pm
Kelly, it’s the unwashed socks that are the most dangerous — foul, dirty things, they are. But these tightly-knitted fiends unravel easily when one knows their weaknesses.
8. Michele Conti on Mar 14th, 2008 at 11:21 am
And here I thought I was a crazy cat lady with four cats. Guess I’m not the only cat nut. I’d love more, but, that’s expensive and requires more space.
Ahhh…when I have my acreage I shall start a little rescue kitty foundation or something. Yeah, that’ll go over well with the boyfriend.