I have been working on my writing lately. Though to be honest I haven’t been writing a whole lot, I started a short story this past weekend using a prompt that I found online and today since I didn’t feel like writing more of that story today I wrote a couple of quick snippets. There are two of them and they both are focused around an animal character instead of a person. The first is about a stray fat cat who begs for food from all the neighbours, and the second one is about a large dog who has a good meeting with a mailwoman. These probably won’t become whole stories, but at least I have them in case I want to use these characters somewhere else.
I actually worked on organizing my writing folder on my computer. I started a couple of years ago, but I stopped because I have so many unfinished projects. Like I have a finished projects subfolder and there are only two stories inside. Both have been published, but I’m not proud of either of them. I guess that’s what happens when you put your work out there. I also guess that I should finish some of these projects so that I can move them over to my completed projects subfolder.
    I read somewhere that September is a good time to submit stories to get published. If I start now I may be able to complete a few. I just don’t know if I will end up writing any. It all depends on multiple things.
    He was a stray best known for the way he would sit in front of the screen door and meow until someone brought him some food. His stomach hung low, nearly rubbing against the concrete of the road as he prowled to the next house. His fur was grey. It was light grey with dark stripes that started at his forehead and trailed all the way to the very tip of his tail. He was a small well-fed monochrome tiger. His tail which ended abruptly moved back and forth as he walked. He had clearly been in some serious battles as evidenced by shortened tail, the notched ear, and the scar above his right yellow eye. He never showed any fear, not even during that one time a local dog ran at him with a snarl. He fought bravely back with a hiss of his own before the dog’s owner came and retrieved it. The cat watched as the dog was punished with a smug look. He licked his paw and drew it over his forehead. Yet another victory in the life of the local stray cat.
    The black doberman ran out the end of the driveway as the mail truck approached the house. He had been outside with his mother, sleeping on the step as she cared for the flowery bushes, when the truck arrived. His mother watched in horror as he jumped at the truck and barked at the mailwoman inside. She ran over to grab his collar when the mailwoman got out of the truck with a package. She wasn’t scared of the doberman, in fact she smiled as she gave him several head pats as though she was an old friend. The doberman happily barked as she handed the package to his owner and had her sign for it. She got back in her truck after a wave and another head pat to the Doberman before driving off. The doberman whined before returning to the step to continue his nap.