I am a writer. I know this because it is a beautiful, rare, sunny day here in Portland and I’m inside sitting at my computer in the shadows, working on my book. I am on the end of the second draft of book 2 in my Crazy Cat Lady series. It should be done by the time I publish my first. Maybe I can be like Rowling and have several published at once. All I need is an angel on my shoulder, a cat on my lap and a publisher in my pocket.

Now about the more. I love cat mysteries, reading them, writing them, but deep inside the imaginatorium of me dwells my first love: SciFi Fantasy. Writing my Cat Seasons tetralogy was the most liberating thing I’ve ever done. Again about cats, but this time they walk, talk and save the world four times over. I thought the series was at an end until last weekend at the beach. Suddenly Cat Moon jumped to the forefront of my mind.

It begins in a small beach town, quiet and fog swept. In the little house, the cat stares out the window. Outside a mysterious clowder gathers…