New for Christmas this year.

At toy stores now.

Fraidy Cat

I scared myself.

Sitting in front of our fireplace, writing a scene in the new script.

A night scene, where the monster, in all his gooshy, drooling, icky menace circles the hero unaware of the threat.

A log in the fireplace popped and I threw my notebook and pen on the floor and nearly had a heart attack.

Immersed, I was. In the writing. Yay. And BOO!