Good news. Finicky Eater hit the editing process. So dear reader, what does this actually mean, aside from Kasha and the gang getting a bit of a make over? Well, the writing is getting tighter, the story stronger. Bad news. Kasha and the gang are more complex than I earlier imagined and what had been a simple story has outpaced my current capacity. So back tot he drawing board. Hopefully, you will have a story worth the wait. Stay tuned.
When I originally put Finicky Eater on this site, the story was still in its infancy. As in a couple of months removed from being written and of first draft quality. It has since moved into a toddling second draft with another go round of editing awaiting it before advancing to a fast walk then run. I’ve decided to let the original work stand for those curious to see the writing process. However below is the new and improved first paragraph… Little things tended to add up. Not that Kasha considered this as she grabbed her jacket and headed into the living room. Anticipation quivered in heightened senses becoming a fevered beat pulsing in her head; the soundtrack, devoid of music, was more than a precursor Continue Reading →
Kasha the Cat Kasha was a finicky eater, known more for playing with her food than eating it. Everyone recognized a Kasha killing. The splatter of wasted blood left to pool at the scene. This habit of toying with her prey had earned her the nickname Kasha the Cat, though most just called her the Cat. An irony since she preferred dogs. Yet she couldn’t deny that her ways, narcissistic as they had become recently, were of a feline nature. There was something about the hunt, stalking prey, waiting, ambushing that fed her more that the feast itself. She had tired of humanity, tired of life. Killing became an obsession and it was a hunger which had grown. Some might say she had finally found Continue Reading →