Luigina raised her pink Dr Martens boot.
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“It’s very easy to quit during the first ten years of writing. Nobody cares whether you write or not, and it’s very hard to write when nobody cares one way or the other. You can’t get fired if you don’t write, and most of the time you don’t get rewarded if you do. But don’t quit.” Andre Dubus
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Yes, well it’s nearly winter, so I’m in a bad mood, how about you? Okay, I know winter can be a cosy time of year. After all, what could be better than snuggling up with a lover in a warm bed? Not much, that is, if you had a lover. And that’s the problem you see. I have no lover, no one to warm my bed. Well, that’s not strictly true. I have Pusska, my Russian Blue Siamese who loves me well. Well, he’s not exactly human but oh he makes a good leg warmer. He gets right in under the covers and lies on my poor cold feet. Alright then, that’s not all he does. He also sits beside me as I look out the window, searching for my lost lover who obviously isn’t coming back. Aren't I the fool then? I shiver and dream of my soft bed but I pull my shawl closer and worry the bright beads around my neck while I peer into the night. I’m rather an obsessive type who doesn’t like to let go as you've already figured out. But I should, shouldn't I? I murmur endearments to Pusska that I used to whisper to Vallen when he was in a mind to be loved. Pusska loved him too and I can tell he misses the way Vallen used to toss him off the recliner chair before the fire. Pusska had a habit of sneaking onto the master’s chair until Vallen got home but I notice poor kitty just sits beside it now and looks up suspiciously, as if he thinks Vallen might come back if his chair's not taken. I used to make do with the radiant heat, or whatever was left over after Vallen and Pusska warmed up. I was happy with whatever I could get, pitiful me. But I want that old life back don't I? I’m desperate. I’m lonely. I’m sick of just daydreaming about Vallen. Sure, he could be cruel but that’s all I’ve ever known in my lifetime. I’ve read in books how heroes are chivalrous, kind, thoughtful, well, that’s a laugh isn't it? My heroes have all been in the Vallen mode – nasty and brutish. But just when you think you can take no more, these brutes do something beautiful, move your chair closer to the fire, bring home some trinket you’ve lusted after, bring you a cat to keep you warm when they’re planning on doing a runner, leaving you all alone to face winter...