If Evil, Why Cute?

It starts like this, fair readers:

It's the early morning, and I've just stolen the last cup of coffee from the pot. I open up my brainstorming journal to scrappy pages, my laptop primed upon a dusty, glowing white screen; words either already written or about to be written upon the blank spaces.

But what is this? A cry for help beyond the veil of creativity! A sharp, piercing sound that rattles the brain stem and disrupts artistic pathways.

Tiny patters echo down the corridor while white fur flies into the turbulent air, claws flashing in the artificial light - a fluffy friend, or predator?

No, it is none other than Diamond: the Supreme Overlord of Distraction!

Do not be fooled by her soft features and dinner plate-sized eyes. She is a menace to all writers, and I can prove her evildoings.

Like clockwork, should my rear end touch my chair beside my writing desk, her heightened senses kick in. She storms the barricades with skillful dexterity, opening closed doors as if she were descended from wizards. Her cries cast a taunting spell, immediately interfering with work flow.

Ignore her, and she might just go away. Answer her - well, you've fallen for the trap.

Any input into her antics will be thrust upon you ten-fold. Should I say, "not now!", her meow will increase in pitch and she will violently rub against my legs, the legs of my desk, and any trashcan unlucky enough not to be tied down.

If I say, "what is it, sweet princess?", her cries will soften and she will sit beside my chair, her eyes tilted up at me with questions to the universe that gods can only fathom.

Either way, it always ends up the same: a direct attack upon my sacred writing space.

You know this to be a cardinal sin, dear writers, so do not try to convince me that this soft, fluffy vessel of cuteness is anything other than evil incarnate!

Nothing is safe: brainstorming sessions, novel writing, note taking, research, and EVEN PRECIOUS GAMING TIME!

The piles of paper corpses Diamond has left in her wake are numerous. From RE:SURGENCE poems stopped mid-flow, to epic one-liners turned into "asdfghjkl" by diabolical paws, there is much to be uncovered in her precious treasure horde.

But don't think that once I leave the sacred writing space that her schemes have ended!

We've all been there as writers: sitting before our vehicles of creation with words to write...but no motivation to convert them into tangible works.

So, what do we do?

ANYTHING ELSE.

Baking 50 cupcakes, binge watching another medical drama, dusting your room for the hundredth time because you live in Texas, going out to get that ONE food your craving, and of course who can forget the infamous LAUNDRY?

These are sensitive moments for writers, as we are not only procrastinating, but probably doubting why we chose this unstable profession in the first place. Disturbing a writer out in the wild while in this headspace is tantamount to torture.

SO HERE IT IS: PROOF OF HER ULTIMATE EVIL -

CUDDLING UP IN THE LAUNDRY BASKETS!

So, the question comes around...

If evil, why cute?

Well, dear reader, the answer is simple:

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

It's been a month since I last posted. Thankfully I wasn't on hiatus because of bad things (tm). It was actually amazing things!

For one, I signed up for a Flash Fiction course! It started right around the time of my last published work and is wrapping up this week. To say I've learned a lot would be the understatement of the century.

Then, I went on vacation! A REAL VACATION! It was a much needed break and got me out of the house, which as a writer is a very rare thing. xD

This piece was seriously so much fun to write! Sometimes you just need to try a more relaxed style of writing to get yourself back into the swing of things. I hope it made you smile!

Looking forward to catching up with all of you, reading your work, and sharing more of my own! <3