Is it a bit soon to be thinking about this? Never!
Yesterday, a piece of fiction (an important distinction to be delved into later) was published in the New Yorker. A friend told me about it and as I started to read, I felt the need to scratch, that persistent irritation in the middle of the back that it takes an age to locate before relief comes. Except this itch keeps moving and won’t stay still long enough to be scratched. There is no relief for every one of us who has experienced this itch. Continue reading “Putting the Cat Person on Screen”