YA Highway

When I asked the YAH ladies whether I should write about something meaningful, or whether I should write about cats, the near-unanimous decision was, "CATS. I LIKE CATS."

So. About cats.

I have two of them. They are brothers, and they are pretty much the most adorable critters ever.



They are called Zuko and Caspian. Because I am a nerd.

They are extremely mischievous.


And if they weren't so adorable, they would probably drive me completely bonkers.


As it is, they already spend quite a lot of time driving me bonkers. They rip up my homework, and they eat things that cats have no business eating, and they've given me ringworm twice in six months.

But I love them anyway.

I never intended to be a cat-owner. I'm more of a dog person. But when I saw these little boys at the shelter, they wiggled their way into my heart and settled there until I took them home.

And that's kind of what happens with books.

(See what I did there? I made this post about writing, despite gratuitous pictures of kittens. BOOYAH.)

Sometimes a story worms its way inside you, despite everything. It doesn't listen to your insistence that I do not write fantasy or Sci-fi just isn't my thing or Eww, contemporary, NO... Sometimes, the story will claim you. You may think you are adopting a shiny new idea, but in reality, the story adopts you. And even when it drives you bonkers - even when you are slogging through that difficult middle section and you want to trunk it forever - it will not let you go. And you can't help but love it, despite all its problems. Despite the ringworm.

CATS