The Devil, you say!

I've done it. It's not often that I quit reading a book. I almost always finish the book. But reading Stephen King's Insomnia, I had to stop. I got about half way through the 600+ page opus, mind you. But it only took me that long to discover that it was about 200 pages longer than it needed to be. There were parts in the book that I felt like I was at the closing of a Bond flick.(You know, where the villain divulges his full plan complete with unnecessary details.) Like he was inserting little unnecessary trivias and factoids just for the sake of proving he researched insomnia. It was a bit much. So I had to stop.
I will confess, King's earlier works were a joy to read. But it's just kind of fizzled out. I realize Insomnia is from 1994 and not exactly one of his newest works. But it was only 11 years ago. My god. Only? I look at these numbers and remember that I graduated from High School a decade ago. Shit. That's amazing. Let's wait and see how I feel when there's 2 decades behind me.....

I went to see Milo this evening. He's literally skin and bone. He's starting to lose muscle now, and when he plops down on his side he has a hard time getting back up. And he no longer has the balance to walk the bannister like he used to. But he still purrs like mad. He was sleeping & made a beeline to me when he heard me start talking to him. Purring almost before his head hit my hand. The above picture is from Milo's healthy days. Talking to you, asking to be picked up: 'Maow!' He says.

I am to pound keys tomorrow. "Write baby sister!" I will. And I appreciate the Rooster Cogburn refrence. I'm sharp that way. Yessir. True Grit.

Writer's write. I'm a writer. Natch.