semi-annual writing push

It's time once again for my semi-annual (or perhaps it's annual, maybe even bi-annual or less frequent than that) push to write more. Of course, as always, this urge, this pressing urge to express myself in writing, comes when I don't have time for it. Especially not today. Or this week, really. But here it is and here I am, getting in a few lines while the eggs cook on the stove, hardly the right way to write. But when have I ever done things the right way? I suppose I have, I suppose there is a "do it right" voice in my head, and that's why I feel as though I should wait and write when I can sit down in 'the writing chair' (as a friend who is a bona fide, published writer, calls it) for 8 hours a day and just write. Well, I am in a writing chair, and at a keyboard, not my stoopid phone, so that's something, right? And if the eggs get burnt, I'm the one who has to eat them, so here I am, consciousness streaming away, vomiting my words out onto this blog where probably no one will read them.

So this guy is walking down the street, sees a perfectly good tennis ball on the curb, so he picks it up and puts it in his pocket. A few blocks later, he runs into a woman he knows and they stop to chat. He notices she keeps starting at the tennis ball in his pocket and he self-consciously says "oh, it's just I've got a tennis ball." She says "that must really hurt. I had tennis elbow once and it was really painful."

I love tennis balls pic.twitter.com/DpC43wFhTn

— Life on Earth (@planetepics) February 13, 2016

I could use this dude's services....

There are times when we get so busy at Hear Kitty Studios that someone inevitably jokes we should clone ourselves. I think I've finally found the guy who can help us:

I just wish he'd put his phone number on the tailgate....