I finished my first book when I was 16. It was terrible and I never pushed past the first draft (no wonder the publisher I sent it to sent it right back!) but I would spend hours telling anyone who would listen all about my characters and what they were getting up to. I would spend even longer coming up with weird and wonderful creatures, from the walking-and-talking plants to the dragon-shaped spaceships and all the illogical stuff in between. (I cringe now to think about all the ways that first book’s setting just couldn’t have worked.)
I studied Creative Writing at the University of Derby and came out with a BA(Hons). (I’m not entirely sure what the Honours part means, but I was happy to graduate at all!) I also have a Not-Really-Diploma in Motivating My Writing Buddies. The writing section of this blog is mostly for them, but I’m happy to help total strangers, too (and I’d love to expand my writing circles).
I adopted KitKat from a local sanctuary called Rain Rescue. She’d been abandoned in a box, heavily pregnant, with two other cats they thought were her brothers. They said she was about a year old, but she was tiny and malnourished when I got her (no doubt from raising babies) and looked more like a kitten herself. (They also said she was a British shorthair. Wasn’t that a surprise in the making!)
KitKat was very shy at first. She spent the first night curled up in her hooded litter box in the hall, and about a week after that holed up behind the TV except for trips to her food bowl and her toilet. When she finally warmed up to me, she’d still dash off and hide on the bottom shelf of a small bookcase next to my bed (having shoved all the contents onto the floor in an effort to get comfortable) whenever anyone else showed up.
KitKat’s full name is Princess Ninja Doctor KitKat the First, by the way. Ask me why!
Eventually, she stopped hiding from my carers. It took her much longer to accept that the men in my life (from my dad to the postie) aren’t going to hurt her, but she’s now the sweetest, most affectionate cat I’ve ever seen. She greets carers at the door and yells at me if I don’t open it fast enough. She waves her butt in the air begging to be petted. She meows at visitors until they pay attention to her, and she’s not satisfied until their hands are cramping from all the fuss.
She still hides from kids and the hoover, and she’s still easily unnerved if our routine is disrupted or someone makes a sudden move, but she waddles around the house with her tail up and that’s the sign of a very happy and confident cat if I’ve ever seen one.
Better yet: she spends the better part of the day curled up on my legs. I couldn’t ask for a better companion.
What’s this blog for?
Originally, I was running three blogs for the different passions in my life: KitKat, writing, and planning. Managing them separately became a bit of a chore, especially when it came to promoting them all, and it seems kind of weird in retrospect to act like one interest has nothing to do with the next when they’re all interconnected.
So, soggy musings is all about me. And KitKat. And my hobbies. And basically anything that seems like something I want to write about (so you might even find a few recipes on here from time to time!)
I welcome comments and I’d love to chat with you. You can also find me on Instagram, or why not join me on my Facebook page where you’ll find a few sneak peeks here and there or upcoming posts (and extra pics of KitKat)?