Old Year/New Year Lists, and What I’m Doing Instead

Widder in the Winterland Tree

Widder in the Winterland Tree

List lists here, list lists there, here-a-list, there-a-list, everywhere a list list. Some of them have been wonderful, (you know who you are) and some – not so much. (I suspect they also know who they are)

I did toy with the idea of listing the 10 worst ‘goodbye 2012/hello 2013’ lists I could find, but the thought reading enough of them to make the list meaningful sent me cowering into a corner.

So …

In true widdershins, deosil, counter-clockwise, outside the box, beyond the pale, fashion, this is what I’m going to do … borrow this meme from Michelle Hodkin called ‘First Sentences Written in 2013’   ( which I found via Kat Howard and her ‘Strange Ink’ blog)

My first sentences this year, came from a phrase inspired by the Widdercat. She is old, ancient, and set in her ways. We’ve known each other for nigh on nine years and only in the last few months has she decided I might be an acceptable hugs substitute for Mrs Widders. (the two of them have been together since Adam was a rib!)

I feel I have finally achieved ‘runner-up cat staff-hood’!

-oOo-

From ‘The Runner-up Cat Staff’ … possibly a short story, possibly otherwise.

‘Sarah and I exchanged the kind of look that kindred spirits share when in the presence of abysmal mediocrity.

There’s no way, conveyed Sarah’s raised eyebrow.

No matter how much they shave off, I responded with a curl of my top lip, she will not fit.’

 -oOo-

… your turn …

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“When I started in the business, there was a thing called adult fantasy, but nobody quite knew what it was, and most publishers didn’t have a fantasy list. They had science fiction lists, which they stuck a little bit of fantasy into”Terri Windling, Author, Editor, Artist, Essayist

 

P.S. A possibly unanswerable question: Why is it that the moment the toilet blocks up, you suddenly, inexplicably, (and with no connection to how you were feeling only a few moments ago) really, really, REALLY have to go?

 

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6 comments on “Old Year/New Year Lists, and What I’m Doing Instead

  1. Erin says:

    Isn’t that just like a cat? My former cat, Cloud, was feral when I got him as a four-month-old kitten. He slept curled up next to me, but if I moved so much as a finger in his direction, he was hiding under the furniture in the next room. Eventually, he turned into an affectionate lapcat, but he’d still vanish when “strangers” (anyone he hadn’t known for at least three years) came to visit.

    Love the lines!

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  2. jannatwrites says:

    Wow, you’ve been accepted by the cat 🙂 Cats are funny that way…they have ‘their’ people and everyone can just feed them and then go away! My cranky old cat doesn’t like anybody (except me and my younger son.)

    I like your first sentences – they made me smile. (The line about Sarah’s raised eyebrow was great).

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    • Widdershins says:

      Being accepted by a cat is somewhat akin to coming out. There are different levels. Widdercat deigned to acknowledge my presence a few months after I arrived in her life. But it’s only these last few months I’ve been an acceptable cuddle-buddy. I feel like I’ve won an Oscar!

      … I’m very fond of the raised eyebrow as a means of communication. 😀

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  3. Or, how about the toilet clogging just as you’re about to go out on a special date. Fix it now or later? LOL…Since Molly the Kitty Cat came into our lives, I feel the same way–being awarded with a cat’s attention.

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    • Widdershins says:

      In’it wonderful how the little darlings change our perspective on what’s important? i.e anything that doesn’t involve/revolve around them, is unimportant!

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