Oh, it’s you. Again. [nibble, nibble, nibble]
Deb’s not here. [scratch, rub front paws together]
She’s in Auckland. Visiting her daughter. Which is good. She brings treats back for Sharp Tooth and Squeaky so I get a few paw fulls when she’s not looking.
I can answer your question [pauses]
The hardest part of writing a book for her is getting her bum on the chair and writing. Sometimes she could be writing but she doesn’t. I’m a rat and I get it. It all comes down to consistency and not giving up. She needs to write every day and she doesn’t. She has excuses. Lots of them. She blames her job. Like really? If she really wanted to get this book finished wouldn’t she just do it? Like me. When I want something I work out how and don’t give up until I get it. That’s how I got out of that cage. Heck, that’s how I got out of the page and sneaked into Deb’s world. You gonna tell me something is impossible? I’m gonna prove you wrong. ’nuff said.
Ratty