Almost 19 years ago, Herne was born – conveniently on my friend Merry’s birthday who’d taken in Herne’s very pregnant mama. He was the runt of a litter of five – and by far the prettiest of the bunch, though I’m guessing Mer would disagree since she kept his brother Casey. When he was a […]
No, it’s not the same helpers employed by Hemingway and Poe – I have enough trouble staying on task. Meet Herne. This is pretty much how I spend every day – Super Kitty sprawled across my laptop. It’s a wonder I get anything written!
This is Herne (white with stripes) and Rowan. They keep me company while I work. If only they’d do a little ghost writing for me, I might be further along.