This was the first time she was not actually on the desk while I was writing, but she wasn’t going to allow a bout of ill-health to keep her from being my muse.Lark: “Let’s get to work. Have you had other cats? I don’t see any mention of that in your book.”Me: She was named for a movie character that I admired. I wrote a poem about her called “Flight of Scarlbird” and that became what my friends and I called her.
Me: “I gave her to a friend who I knew would take good care of her. I couldn’t take her with me on a cross-country ride in a Volkswagen Bus, especially since I had no idea where I was going to live once I got to the West Coast.”Me: “Not exactly. I jumped on a plane and flew to Chicago where I met up with a friend who had just bought the car in Germany and was driving it home to California.”Me: “Through a mutual friend, I had sublet my apartment to him when I went to Montreal for the summer.