Catherine Cheek

Catherine "Kater" Cheek is a writer and artist.

Most commented posts

  1. “Emily’s Fifth Birthday” and “Alternative Medicine” — 16 comments
  2. Seeing Things, Part 1: The Big Idea — 10 comments
  3. Seeing Things, Part 8: First cover mockups — 10 comments
  4. Seeing Things, Part 11: paper books and cover design fallout — 9 comments
  5. First Stained Glass Panel — 8 comments

Author's posts

Aug 21

Alternate Susan — Chapter Six

Chapter Six       “Any luck on finding your mom?” Zoë asked. She was sitting on the couch, watching reruns of some home improvement show with the sound down low. She must have run out of money for renovations, because she was wearing a leather bra and her popcorn bowl rested on black leather …

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Aug 19

Small Dark Smiley Ball

I made a new batch of smiley balls to give to my friends who helped edit my last novel.  I used some leftover clay I had from a year ago, so the smiley balls are all different colors.  Some turned out better than others.  I’d like to have some good models to work from, but …

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Aug 19

Book Review: Rabid: A Cultural History of the World’s Most Diabolical Virus

Rabid: A Cultural History of the World’s Most Diabolical Virus by Bill Wasik I really enjoyed this book. Not only did it hit some of my favorite -ologies (epidemiology, anthropology, folklore) but I found it well written and engaging. It starts out with historical accounts of rabies, known as “lyssa” by the ancient Greeks and …

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Aug 15

Book Review: Self-Editing for the Fiction Writer

Self-Editing for Fiction Writers: How to Edit Yourself Into Print by Renni Browne Like most writers, I have a whole shelf full of books like this. I saw this particular one plugged on a site for indie authors. By “plugged” I mean they basically said they wouldn’t even look at your stuff unless you had …

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Aug 14

Alternate Susan –Chapter Five

Chapter Five       Miles greeted me when I got home from work.  He was halfway up the wall of the kitchen. Spaz was underneath, leaping up not quite high enough to reach him. “Would you help me? I can’t get down without that beastly cat getting me.” “Seen Zoë around?” I held my …

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