By K. Keith
I yelled at the mouse and it shot back under the door. Maybe it’ll go away, I thought. Type, type, type. Maybe it got lost and was on its way to my downstairs neighbors.
Type, type, type. I had better things to ponder such as the logistics of getting Lord Wilton and Juliana into several bedchambers of shady Lord Oxley’s castle. Why several bedchambers? They’re searching for something—a vellum document actually—which could reverse fortunes and reveal the identity of the true Baron of Oxley shire. Along the way, Lord Wilton and Juliana, equal parts annoyed and besotted with each other, are caught in a compromising position and—
The mouse came back.
“Out!” I shouted as it fled.
What did he do? Well—
The mouse scurried in from under the door. I wondered why it only comes when I’m writing. At least, I had a routine. I yelled at it and made a catlike lunge. The mouse retreated as usual. We did a couple of more rounds of me crouching and shouting and the mouse scampering off.
Today, I’m buying a trap and asking for mouse advice from my critique group. Critique groups are wonderful, but more on that later in another blog posting.♥
K. Keith is a RWANYC member. She's busy writing her first historical romance about Hexford, aka Lord Wilton, and Juliana. No mice were harmed in the writing of this blog. She confused the mouse so much with her catlike behavior that he/she/it hasn't shown up in weeks.