As some may be aware, but many not, Chester, my faithful writing assistant, mice catcher, and general pain in the neck, passed away some months ago.
Recently I was running a series based on his adventures, under the title of Past Conversations with my cat.
For those who have not had the chance to read about all of his exploits I will run the series again from Episode 1
These are the memories of our time together…
This is Chester, the literary critic
It’s important to get that first sentence right, so I’m rattling off a few lines to get his reaction
‘It was a day like no other’
‘Yes, I know’, says the all knowledgeable Chester looking down his nose at me, ‘it’s been used before’.
We are sitting in the writing room and as usual, Chester is trying to ignore me.
I’m trying to start a new novel, looking for that first line that’s going to hook the reader.
I read him a few lines.
He gives me a disdainful look, ‘Heard it all before old boy, try again’.
Once Upon a time?
‘You’ve been watching too much TV’.
It was a dark and stormy night.
He yawns widely, ‘As if you haven’t used that before’.
He’s right, damn him.
Why am I talking to this cat anyway?
He jumps up onto the desk and sits on the keyboard.
Ok, writing is over for the day.