Great-great-great-great-many, many more greats-grand-dad once said something that has travelled down through the nest: writers used to write on paper so stories used to be great snacks. A rat could nibble on them. Either around the edges or – if they had time before being discovered – right through the middle. Now? Well, Deb writes on a laptop. No snacks there. Not even a cord to chew through. One day I watched her to see what she did and she charges her computer at night once I’m in my cage. I’m trying not to take it personally.
Does she have any books you can read? She’s completed the first draft of ‘Skin & Bone’. Is it good? Well I’m in it.
When will she have it finished? She’s muttering about revising it. (Why do writers put all those words down and then change them all again? I’m glad I’m a rat). I have seen some of it and I really want to know what happens next. In the end. With me and Malia and those friends she makes at the lake…
I might be saying too much. Deb has given me a firm talking to about not giving anything away so I’m going to stop there.
Write to Deb – tell her to hurry up.
Ratty
