In the summertime, a chain reaction dictates my writing routine here in the foothills of the North Cascades.
Robin Red Breast and his choir hail the new day before the little hand reaches 5, waking His Royal Catness who insists I meet him at the glass door to revere the beauty of the dawn and escort him onto the balcony where we can enjoy the wonders of creation together.
Fully awake, I come inside and fire up Liberté (aka Bertie) my ancient clamshell iBook, and get to work.
Having done their part to assure my success as a writer, the robins go foraging for worms and the lapcat struggles to usurp the laptop for prime napping real estate.
So I guess what I'm saying is that my writing routine is dictated by animals.
WHAT I'M READING THIS WEEK: Life As We Knew It (Susan Beth Pfeffer) and I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You (Ally Carter)