I was out on my back deck enjoying the crisp morning and a hot cup of coffee, discussing plot lines for a smut piece with my online writing group. All of a sudden, vicious snarling and pained screeches came from behind the garage.
I raced off the deck, knowing some poor cat or rabbit was about to be mauled by my Boxer and Lab-Whippet. Continue reading Life: It’s where fiction comes from.
The treaty has been broken.
I woke to find an entire battalion of your tiny soldiers invading my kitchen–specifically the Sacred Temple of Caffeine.
This act of defiance and terrorism will not be tolerated!
I hereby declare war on Her Royal Highness Queen of Ants, and every one of her subjects.