Not really about cats . . .
Written by M. K. Waller
I fell asleep in my chair and when I awoke, I was right clicking on Ernest the Cat’s soft underbelly.
Such is my life: cats, computers, and clicking. It’s past time for a new project.
Thirty-three years ago this month, I received a master’s degree in English. I’d spent the previous year digging myself into and then out of research that resulted in a thesis: The Writing of Helen Hunt Jackson’s Ramona. I followed my usual writing process: modified chaos. If my adviserhad known how I worked, he’d have booted me out of his office the first day.
At the outset, he gave me some excellent advice:
- Modify your aspirations. When I said I’d like to write about Emily Dickinson, he asked if I wanted to spend all my time reading what everyone else had written about her. I didn’t. He said…
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