On any day ending in ‘y’ – and there are a few, seven, perhaps – I try to add a few words, syllables, phrases, paragraphs, to my meowmoir. It’s a humble little thing, but it grows by degrees, and claw marks. Routine is the answer; work, the solution. Begin yours today, my dears.
All I can say is this: if you want to publish your nine lives, consider an ebook and save several thousand pages of delicious tuna-flavoured paper stock for your favourite feline friends, friends. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.