Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG- Crunching Time

Hello, nice people!

 

Sorry I’m late with this ISWG post. Hope no one is mad at me. Mummsy’s been busy at the salon. They’ve been working her long hours. They came up with something new and she is not happy about it. If ten two-legged peeps come in at five minutes to closing she and her co-workers have to stay and cut their hair.

She’s been feeling insecure lately because her physical energy only allows her to do so much in one day. The new way of doing things at work has been cutting into her writing time. So now she’s made her blocks of time to write even smaller. She’s lucky if she gets 2000 words in a week.

Poor Mummsy. One day she’ll have some other things to publish.

Anybody else having issues with their day/night job interfering with your writing time?

This post was to you on behalf of Alex J. Cavanaugh’s Insecure Writer’s group.

Lots of licks and belly rubs, nice people,

Hair Ball

Reading From Lorelei Bell's Trill

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: Slacker Central

Good morning, nice people! Or afternoon?

Today, I want to talk about my Mummsy and brother, Sir Poops. They're a couple of slackers.

I'll start with my brother.

As you can see, this is all he does. And if he isn't lounging around, he's whining for Mummsy or Daddy-o to hold him. And when he's not whining to be held, he's pooping on our floors. He's become such a slacker in his old age. I mean, he takes medicine. Shouldn't he be better by now?

Then there's Mummsy.

Can you believe she's still in her jammie's? She stayed in bed until 9:30 this morning. She had to work an 8 day work week. She hasn't written anything since Sunday. She's acting like a zombie. Thank God, she doesn't want to eat my brains. But I wish she'd get up and play with me.

Not to mention, she feels stuck with Killer Stilettos. It's not going where she wants it. So I told her to work on something else. And that's what she's doing. But right this moment she's being a slacker sipping on tea and staring at Fox News. Maybe that'll get her off her bum. The news is not known to be good around here.

This post was brought to you by Alex J Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group.

Lots of licks and belly rubs,

Hair Ball

Hair Ball and Mummsy Discuss Their Biggest Pet Peeve

Hair Ball and Mummsy Read

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: Throwing in the Writerly Towel

Today, Hair Ball and Mummsy made a Vlog, discussing some questions.

Lots of licks and belly rubs!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Lorelei Bell and Her New Look

Hello, nice people! It's Hair Ball!

Today, I have a treat to share with all of you. Lorelei Bell has a new publisher and a new look.

Isn't it purdy.

Recently, she signed on with Creativia.

Anyway, here's the blurb:

After the death of her father, Sabrina Strong is hired to solve the murder of Letitia, Bjorn Tremayne's life-time mate. She is quickly immersed in romantic trysts and danger. Megalomaniac vampires are planning to take over and rule the the North American Vampire Association for their own greedy desires.

Sabrina is not thrilled about the aspect of working for vampires in Chicago, but she needs the money, and wants to find the gorgeous and mysterious vampire who has been turning up in her dreams. Is he the one who bit her when she was ten - marked her for his own - and turned her mother so long ago?

A unique and mesmerizing mystery blending intricately detailed fantasy and romance, twists and turns of mystery in a contemporary setting, and new insights on a vampire's life including love, passion, heartache, hope, devastation, lust and longing.

I know you can find this on Amazon and I believe anywhere they sell books on-line. But what do I know. I'm just a fur-peep trying to help my Mummsy and her friend out.

Lots of licks and belly rubs,
Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: When the Zombie Apocolypse Hits

Hello, nice people!

It's me Hair Ball today. Sir Poops is sound asleep snoring. Mummsy  has a bad case of the flu - something she very rarely gets. And Daddy-O, thank God went to work. He's been ranting about the data Mummsy used to do all her writerly stuff with.

I think she needs to get her own phone and plan and pay for it herself. That's my opinion anyway. What do I know? I'm just a fur-peep.

Anyway, I noticed something in Mummsy's email about something called Grammarly. They wanted her to blog about it. But she's lost it already and can't find her file on it (she seems to do this a lot lately). So I'm going to post about it instead.

After checking out their site, I would say this program would be great to have in case of a Zombie-Ebola-Apocalypse hits us. It's not like most writers want to meander beyond their stories and computers anyway. But just in case, you may want to pay for Grammarly's services. 

I don't know how anyone could possibly make it through the Zombie-Ebola Zones so they could get to their live critique group (I know. I watch The Walking Dead with Mummsy). I don't think Post-It Notes and pens will protect any of you.

Their services offer a check on your grammar, word choice and plagiarism. YOU CAN FIND GRAMMARLY HERE.


Has anyone ever used this service?

Today's post was brought to you by Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group. It's for the soul purpose of scratching each other's bellies and sharing treats. And sometimes a little bit of butt-huffing.

Lots of licks and belly rubs,
Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Enjoying the Blanky

Hello, nice people! I'm happy today. My Mummsy's been home working on her writing and doing housework.

I love it when she's here. I've been watching her from my favorite blanky. It's my most favorite one. It's so soft and squishy.

Life is still good even though I'm not at my best. I still love my foodies. I can still get my legs to make a happy dance, but I have to concentrate real hard. I still love lovey-loves. Those are the best.

Hope all you, nice people are well.

Lots of licks and belly rubs!

Sir Poops 

Sir Poops and Hairball: The Insecure Writer's Group

Hello, nice people!

 

I know I'm late posting for this group. But Mummsy has been doing all kinds of things. Research for one.

 

Over at her Secondhand Shoes, A Novel , she been writing about Conspiracy theories. She started with television. She's also teaching herself how to video blog. And Samah Ronit should be out in a couple of months and she's decided to put Killer Stilettos on the back burner again. She's decided to finish the extension to her short story, Time on Her Side.

 

Mummsy just wishes she had more time in a day to get everything in. It makes her a little insecure. She feels like she's failed because she can't write fast enough. And she gets even more frustrated when she hits a brick wall with a writing project. That's when she heads for the chocolate.

 Anyway, how's the snow? I live in Florida so we get cold and sunshine. I couldn't imagine being snowed in without my sunshine ... Or even snacks.

I'm so thankful I can bask in the warmth of the sun on a cold day.

Hope you nice people get to do the same soon.

 

This post was brought to you by Alex J. Cavanaugh's, Insecure Writer's Group

Lots of licks and belly rubs,

Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Feeling Ugly

Hello, nice people! I'm still here. But feeling ugly right now ... and cold.

Mummsy had to shave me bald. My once, beautiful coat, matts no matter how many times she brushes it a day. That used to be one of my favorite past times. Now it's just too painful. 

I wish I could be a puppy again.

 

The above picture is me. I was 8 weeks old when Mummsy brought me home. She paid 75 dollars for me because the show breeder said I was to big for a Chinese Crested to do shows. But Mummsy loved me anyway.

 

I sat in a box next to her on the way to my new home, shaking all the way. I had no clue at the time what a wonderful life I would have.

 

And it really has been a wonderful one.

Have a nice day everyone. Get lots of lovey-loves, belly rubs, and licks. Give them out, too.

Sir Poops

 

PS I couldn't get the last pic to turn around for me.

ISWG: Silly Santa says: Don't Lose Your Squeakers

Hello, folks! I'm still hanging around and with good reason.

We made it from a ledge to the chandelier. But Penelope lost her grip and her squeaker.

She obviously gave up even though, we her friends, were there for her. Well, except maybe Penquin Phil. He's about as an encouraging as a bed of nails.

Thankfully, all of you writers have Alex J. Cavanaugh who created the Insecure Writer's Group. 

I hope all of you do what you can to help your fellow writers not to lose their squeakers. 

Never give up. Especially your squeakers!

Silly Santa signing out!