Sometimes, it's hard to get into that creative flow... and it helps to kick start the flow with whatever random thing is going on in one's head.
Today's thoughts... the world needs more cat stories, more love, more compassion for those who cannot really give anything back in return.
Sometimes, I wonder if the most unselfish love we feel is towards our pets. We have no expectations of them except for their companionship and love. We demand nothing from our pets.
All we want is to hang out with them and share that non-judgmental, accepting love, which is perhaps purer than human love which often comes with demands and expectations.
Cats are the quintessential companions for creatives.
I guess it's because they have this calm and peaceful energy. The kind you feel on a sunny day, in a garden, watching dappled shadows of leaves dancing on the ground, with a cat lounging around... and the ideas come floating in on a breeze...
Birdwatching |
So many writers, artists and creative types had cats keeping them company while they explored their imaginary worlds.
I sit here at my desk searching for ideas, sipping coffee, thinking...
He sits there, watching me watching him, my little Biscuitus, and I want to tell his stories.
I wonder what he's thinking...
Biscuitus sits on my desk, kicking my laptop, demanding more space, brushing the keys with his tail, and I wonder what goes on in his little head.
They say the ancient Egyptians worshipped cats. I wonder if it was worship or something akin to the kind of affectionate homage that modern humans pay to these little furry overlords.
Lifelong cat butler and coffee lover
I've had several cats since I was a kid and that early influence was largely because my grandparents liked animals.
I like to think that my love for cats has caused more people to like cats too... like some of my friends who adopted pets and extended family who have started feeding and caring for the cats and dogs in their neighborhood. My little nephew named those cats Leo and Milky :D
This reminds me of a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson:
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, or a bit relieved of one's burden; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
Coming back to Biscuitus and the stories he inspires in me, I'm thinking of picking up the stories I left off. As part of my new year's resolutions to focus more on being creative, I promise myself that I will create two series in 2026, with one of a comedic Biscuitus and his cat thoughts and antics, and another of a soulful/warrior Biscuitus and what cats mean to humans.
This one's for the comedy series "Tales by Biscuitus, the storyteller cat" by Maria Konda.
Over Christmas and New Year, as we visited family, and took Biscuitus along, we met some of these cats, and the interactions between them sparked off some ideas for a new story.
Biscuitus and the cats
“MROOOOWWW…”
Leo was making announcements around the neighborhood. Again!
He loved to walk around the rooftops and meow as loudly as he could.
I ran down the stairs as fast as my paws could carry me.
“Me…eh…me…ow…” I responded to the call of one of the cat brethren.
Leo was a big guy. He was afraid of nothing.
I’d just met him last night at Grandmeow’s where I'd come to visit with the purrents for Christmas.
I was impressed by Leo. And he seemed only mildly curious about me. Or at least that's what it looked like.
He saw me and stopped in his tracks. He hadn't expected a new cat in town. He was courting the lovely Miss Milky, the belle of the neighborhood, and she liked that guy.
He was too cool for his mittens. King Cool! That's what he was… except when he was making his announcements around the neighborhood. Oh yea! Miss Milky preferred him to me. I'd tried making friends with her but she snapped at me. Oh so fiercely! Such beauty! Such a temper! She was feisty.
But with Leo, she was mellow.
And now Leo sat there cool as can be. He seemed unbothered by my presence but he sat down outside the screen door and kept me in his sights. No doubt he was taking no chances with Miss Milky’s affection with stranger cats like me around...
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't a stranger cat. I wanted to join his brotherhood of cat announcers.
What happens next? I don't know yet. And my other writing projects and deadlines are calling so just parking this here for now with half formed thoughts of what Biscuit's thought must be like... dreams of birds, his thoughts about the other cats...
But on a more generic note, and about writing in general, as a ghostwriter, as an indie author who is also currently pondering the idea of a channel and a different medium of storytelling, one needs to switch from being creative to being organized to manage the flood of ideas.
Sometimes, it’s hard to crystallize all these floating ideas that come into one's head and turn them into words that make sense. And form a story out of it that resonates with readers.
This post is more about the floating random thoughts and ideas than a full-fledged creative product of any kind. It's a feeling like chasing floating soap bubbles trying to catch them and sometimes they just burst when you touch them.
But there's a feeling of victory when you manage to carefully hold one fragile bubble, look into it and get to see the iridescent colors and changing shapes within, just for a little while.
I'll keep writing as this crystallizes into something meaningful.
#randomthoughts #creativeprocess
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