Wild, Wild West Purrs

Greetings, my Lovely Big Cats, it's a wild, wild west world out there in blog and forum land! And the Kougar ain't all that experienced in this cyber frontier. She needs practice plugging those tin cans. Yippee! Git yer sidearms loaded, set on your hip, your hand planted on the handle...then settle in with a couple of shots of whiskey, or sarsaparilla as the Kougar usually prefers...coffee seems to be the beverage of great choice, given it's ubiquitous mention...yep, howdy friends and strangers, get your keyboard rattling with your comments, take your verbal shots of kudos or insights...yup, git yer wrangling rope ready...after your prowling gaze takes in the digital penned word traveling the new chisolm trail. All hell is breaking out, Big Kitties, like the gunfight saloons of olden days. Fun untamed hell and villain-sidewinder hell, for the ultimate good, or bad. It's all out there. And it's all comin'...unless the tyrant dudes at the top ride roughshod with their hired guns and ambush us all off the ranch...?

Yesterday, cold and rainy on the gray-blanketed prairie, with her brain still mushy and not receiving her Muse's inspiration -- the Kougar initiated herself into Photobucket. Okay, late to the party as usual, but not all of us were born to blaze a trail inside the vast uncharted Web lands, ranches and empires springing up like mushrooms after a rainshower.
Here, the Kougar takes a bow before all those who are the brave impetuous pioneers. She'll follow beside a covered wagon, rifle at the ready, eyes sharp to the horizon. Growling-hopefully, her gaze fierce and sharp enough.

Big Cats! Take a paw, summon up Title Magic. Yesterday Trish blogged about how her childhood schooling experiences made her the writer she is today, and more importantly, the person she is today.
Then today, Evonne takes us on a delightful trip to an author's event on her side of the pond. What enormous purring-fun.
Moi's rumblings below.
Wow, Trish, take me back to Anna's Vlad the Impaler days. I was definitely the Outsider, unless someone needed help, academic or otherwise, they'd ask me. When I was fifteen I got fed up with the whole hypocrisy 'social clique' thing that was high school. It was just a prison basically, designed to keep everyone intellectually suppressed. I got into a short-skirt battle with the 'authorities'. It's a long, long story. Suffice it to say the kids who drank, smoke, got into trouble, hey, the cheerleader who got pregnant, well, they didn't get suspended. So, I never finished high school. I just went on to college, where I learned what I wanted, and developed intellectually how I wanted.
Trish, that is an absolutely adorable picture of you. So glad you let us enjoy it.

Evonne, that was absolutely fascinating, the inside view of your event, especially the different culture on your side of the pond. Which leads me to ask, could you give more detail on -- 'First there was lunch – guinea fowl followed by individual mulled wine soufflés – absolutely delicious and a total puzzle as to how they got them to stand up long enough to serve them!' Sounds delicious.
I hope you use a 'variant' of 'Ladies Who Lunch' in one of your stories. Have you ever thought of going the e-publishing route? for your novels. There's a whole range of genre and heat levels out there. I have a feeling you'd find a good niche.

Sarsaparilla kisses from the Kougar...