In my novel, Someday in Dublin, Michael and Amy have a whirlwind romance that hits an overwhelming obstacle, leaving them both wounded. With an ocean between them, they both find it hard to recover, and even harder to get over what was nearly in their grasp. In this scene, Michael is doing his best to keep life on an even pace, but his loving cat, Useless, has something to say about that.
Michael stared at the television set, flipping through the channels one more time, even though he’d already done it twice.
He glanced over at the clock on the wall.
“It’s not even nine,” he said, “And here I sit.” He looked over at Useless, who blinked at him slowly before she lifted a paw and began a bath.
“I can’t even think,” Michael said in disgust. Continue reading









