The Scribble Pad
The mental meanderings of a slightly loose screw.
SEPTEMBER 08
Friday September 12 - Joy
Joy can come in small packages. Sometimes, it comes in small furry ones that purr.
Those who've known me for a long time remember how I got my pen name, Simona Taylor. I got it from my cat, the most wonderfullest companion a writer could have, who sat on my feet through at least six or seven of my novels, and encouraged me with every yowl, and let me know it was time to get back to work with a well-timed claw to my ankle.
Simona died in 2003, a few weeks after my son was born, and I still miss her. After five years, I still leave the kitchen window open for her.
This
week, I got her understudy. Her name's Selena -- my son's choice, but
quite appropriate, I think. Better than what I'd come up with; I'd wanted
to name her after Angelique, the vampire from Dark Shadows. She'd a tiddly
little thing, but showing lots of personality and loads of heart. And,
like Simona, she's taken to my study, and doesn't seem to mind loafing around my
books while I write. Ah, bliss.
