Sexy Big Cat

Yes, the sexy big cat is sipping on her eggnog-laced hot chocolate, a definite lip-licking favorite of the Kougar's -- all the while trying to erase the sleepies from her brain, and definitely attempting to erase all the silly mundane dreams floating there, like sodden ugly bits of flotsam. One would believe purr-moi should at least be dream-visiting a magical land of high adventures and larger-than-life luxuries.
If the Kougar's dream during this slumber is a reflection of her world, of the world, our world -- well, dear Big Kittie Lovers -- well, no fun at all. The dream itself was one that seemed all too real, as if it was her real life. In fact, when the Kougar finally popped her unwilling little eyes open, she was surprised by her surroundings. A rare, rare occurrence indeed for the Kougaress.
As the Kougar gleams her waking gaze at the overall theme of this *on and on, over and over* dream, the descriptive word she sees is obscurity. Certainly the Kougaress lives an obscure life in many ways. Being obscure in life can be pleasing, even exceptionally useful at times. It can also be excruciatingly difficult and heart lonely.
The Kougaress always thinks of Vincent Van Gogh in this regard, given his tragic and magically obscure life. Magical because he must have lived enchantment with paint brush in hand, even though he wasn't recognized as an artist. Yes, those moments like a magical spell when the words flow and excite and live on the page.
Van Gogh lived in obscurity, by choice and necessity. His amazing-dream paintings also lived in the land obscurity...until now, now they are mostly a treasure to be bought and sold in the land of the ultra rich.
Thus, the Kougar must ponder the question: Would dear spirit-beautiful Vincent have chosen a life of obscurity over his current recognition by the rich? Or would he have chosen to have his paintings become the commodity of the rich? Rather than remain obscure, alone with his glorious rich dreams done in brush strokes?

Big Cats one and all, take a leisurely lope over to Title Magic to feel the Wales magic of Evonne. My catnip goodness, she and her writer's words are a wonderful gift, rather like getting to read theater. Below, of course, is the Kougaress's invaluable comment:

Hi Evonne, sexy big cat here...I couldn't let that pass! Wales! Yay! Do tell about the magic and mysticism. You know, I think you should seriously consider adding a dragon or two to your romantic suspense, if only in human form.
Holli, if anyone can navigate us through the delights and horrors of Fairyland, it's Evonne.
Mel, yep, have mop, will travel for seriously good drooling.

Sexy big cat smooches from the Kougar...