Comments on: Writing Companions

By: Lua

Lua — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 12:49:29 +0000

I have 2 dogs and they are a huge part of my writing ritual!:) Every morning, when I sit down to write, they lie beneath my feet and I definitely write better when I have my dogs around.
I actually named my second dog Apple, as a dedication to the fruit that initiated the very first story:)

By: Gargantua

Gargantua — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 21:30:11 +0000

I have five dogs. They are all ankle-biters, but five is still a huge number! I find that watching them interact with each other and people can sometimes provide inspiration for my writing. When I get bored, I can give a quirk to one of my characters inspired by the shenanigans of my four-legged friends. And they do help keep my feet warm.

By: NewGuyDave

NewGuyDave — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:54:35 +0000

I have baristas. They’re easier to train, make me tea, and when I have to go away for the weekend or holiday, I don’t have to find a sitter.

They don’t sit in my lap or lick my face because if they did I’d probably punch them. Our relationship is simple.

Most of them like me, except the ones who don’t. Unfortunately, the Starbucks manager is a jerk and keeps driving off all the friendly ones, replacing them with cold, fake people who only smile when they’re taking your money.

Bastards.

Maybe I should get a dog.

–Dave

By: Elias McClellan

Elias McClellan — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 18:12:17 +0000

I’m the stoic, anti-social, Abby-normal writer, (yeah, I know, who isn’t) and I loathe (spelling?) my companion Sneaky D. Katt.

When I’m near violence ’cause they actually expected me to work at the day job and I wasn’t able to get any writing done, he insists on reclining on the desk and occasionally bats at the mouse, just for fun. When I’m ready to pull my hair out over the conflicting feed-back from my writer’s group, he demands that I raise the blind that he may sit in the sill and look out the window. When he’s closed the door that we may confer in private and the Mrs comes home, he rages until I open the door and greet my wife.

In short, he reminds me of all the reasons I write. To play, to observe the world from a different perspective, and to engage/interact with other people. The sanity check that doesn’t bounce is a fringe benefit. L-O-V-E, that’s the spelling I was looking for.

By: Merry

Merry — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 15:39:34 +0000

I have three border collies and a cat; I do a lot of work propped up on my bed and tend to be surrounded by sleeping animals who enjoy the fact that they have a stationary human leg for a pillow! If I’m working at the desk though, I have to fight the cat off the keyboard as she has a habit of walking all over it.

By: Alma Alexander

Alma Alexander — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 06:01:16 +0000

I occasionally have the resident cat on the back of my computer chair (there’s always ONE, sometimes they change without telling me about it and I get startled by finding ONE cat there when I’m done with an intense scene when I was perfectly certain I had started the scene with the OTHER cat in residence, as it were) notice a specimen of passing wildlife and actually bat me on the head with a paw – “momma, there’s a CHIPMUNK, DO something!”

Boboko likes to curl up in my lap under this huge ancient old sweater I wear when it’s cold and he’s been known to go completely and utterly hibernatory under there – I need to prod him four times before he’ll blink himself awake and come back to the world of the living.

But neither have tried the draping-across-the-arms stuff. I wouldn’t stand for that. They’d be dumped on the ground, forthwith…

By: margaret y.

margaret y. — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:42:42 +0000

I used to have a dog that followed me from room to room. I called her my groupie. It was nice to have at least one fan.

By: Mindy Klasky

Mindy Klasky — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 14:28:30 +0000

I love my two cats, but I’m actually thinking of banning them from my writing office. The tiny four-pounder can settle on my lap, and she’s mastered resting her chin on my right forearm (and I’ve mastered mouse-work with my left hand) so that we can write in unison. The seven-pounder, though, insists on being draped across that same right forearm (after a feline struggle for supremacy). The weight is aggravating my tendonitis.

As for talking to myself while I write? Well, I let my imaginary pets make me feel more comfortable with that

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By: BJ Muntain

BJ Muntain — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 13:09:48 +0000

Holy crap. You just described my life.