The musings of one writer about her craft, the spectacle of writing, and life in general.
Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action has arrived, stop thinking and go in.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Venus FlyCat: (venus domesticus attackus) Hunts by feigning utter innocence. Any prey unlucky enough to touch the soft, fluffy white underbelly will find itself trapped. Once lured inside, the long, sharp claws are brought to bear - holding the prey - so the short, death-dealing claws in back can be used for a high-impact kick.
Approach with extreme caution.
If caught by the Venus FlyCat, the only known defense is ice cream.
Writer of suspense, speculative fiction (aka dystopian, futuristic, post-apocalyptic... pick one, they all work), and urban fantasy for the adult market. Minor conspiracy theorist and major hermit, armchair Jeopardy! champion and fount of useless knowledge, pessimistic optimist and hopeful romantic, B.E. Sanderson spends her time reading, writing, gardening, and generally enjoying life with her husband and their cat.