What would a Caturday be if the felines didn’t have something to say about it? They were particularly vocal last night while I was trying to write, and they’ve definitely had a few opinions today, too. Little Cat, in fact, is trying to insert his own words into this post as I type. I suppose it’s better than eating the origami cranes I was folding earlier.
Writing Tools: Paper…or Plastic?
Tell us about your tools! We know some writers are passionate about their tools; while I do a lot of my work on the computer, when I do write longhand, I definitely have strong preferences for the way my pens feel and how they move across the page. I’m not a fan of the feeling of pencil moving across paper either, so I avoid that whenever I can. I also write in the company of cats, so I keep cat treats (two different varieties) within reach when I’m writing. I don’t know that I’d count those as tools, though I can’t discount how useful they are when demanding and opinionated cats want my attention on them instead of on my work And there’s the question of the deep, emotional connection with my thesaurus, too.
Steven King and Neil Gaiman are fans of the fountain pen. John Steinbeck, Truman Capote and Henry David Thoreau all favored pencils. Jane Austen used a quill pen and iron gall ink. Agatha Christie used a typewriter. I’ve got my own favorites, and I’m sure you do, too. Show us, or tell us about your favorite in the comments. Is there anything unusual that you keep nearby when you write?
We can’t wait to see and hear more about what you love–and what you hate, too.
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Two identical panels side by side each depict two cats, a large orange and a small grey, side by side. The orange cat is smiling blissfully down at the grey and asks, “Little Cat, why don’t you use your broom?”
The grey cat, grouchy already at the mere presence of the orange cat, says, “I use it all the time!”
We move to the second panel and the orange cat continues with, “It’s gathering dust!”
The grey cat, well used to the barrage of Dad jokes, snarls: “Goddamnit I walked right into that one.”
