These aren’t dancing mice, talking mice, or any kind of out-of-the-ordinary rodents. These are your standard variety – small, gray, bewhiskered, and turd-dropping — the kind cats love to bite.
So how can the presence of a mouse so intrigue me? I suppose because you just never know what they will do next that’s going to create havoc when a surprised human reacts to their surreptitious or panicked movements.
Recently:
- They Work Very Hard
- Treading the Dangers of Fiction
- Infighting About Grammar & Punctuation
- Scary Writers
- New Novel, Chapter Two
- To the Book Store
- New Novel Amid Chaos
- Raw Gore, Explicit Cruelty, Debased Sex in Novels
- Back from Summer Hiatus
- Self-Publishing IS Better
