Been a while since I checked in. My excuse is that writing is a very boring occupation, spectator-wise.
In the Before Time, Steve and I would have been doing some traveling around the state, possibly gone to the NASFiC (though not to Glasgow; we were never globe-trotters). In These Times, I have a new kitten, and a book that I’m learning to write, not to mention the early summer health scare and an on-going bad back.
So, not only is writing boring, so, in this case, is the writer.
Diviner’s Bow, the book I’m learning to write, the sequel to Ribbon Dance, is, oh, let’s say 85,000ish words along, and earlier in the week I reached the point where, in those same Before Times, I would have said to Steve, “Would you please read this and tell me if it makes sense.” And he would do that, and then we would talk, and eventually I would sit down at the keyboard, energized by both the couple days off and the creative high of brainstorming, and start in writing the last third of the book.
What with one thing and another, Steve wasn’t available to read the book-as-it-currently exists, so I’m doing that — about half-way through and hoping to finish the read-through tomorrow night. So far, I’m encouraged — by which I mean that the story doesn’t suck. I’m hoping that trend continues.
Fans of the coon cats will wish to know that Rook has adopted Trooper as his grandpa, and Trooper has risen to the role. Firefly took Sprite’s passing very hard, but she’s beginning to show interest in household matters ago. She and Rook have been seen playing together, and I even caught her cleaning his ears.
Rook has also been studying the work of the house, and has achieved the title of Editorial Assistant IT (ln Training). Here —
Sorry. Interrupted by Firefly coming into my office, voicing her “I caught something” — and I went to look.
In fact, she had caught something — a pad of yellow sticky notes — and those things are hard to catch.
As I was saying, here’s a picture of Rook, hard at work (and a Very Tired Writer):
Oh what a glorious, handsome, huge House Panther he’s growing to be!
I feel for your need: the useful phrase I was given was sometimes I require Verbal Processing, meaning when I’m stuck, I need to discuss the thing with another person who Gets It, in order to think about it properly.
My my, how little Rook has shot up since his first pics! As the new Editorial Assistant IT, do you suppose he could help by reading the fragment you have, and discussing it with you? ;-} . well, maybe not, but what have you to lose? ;-} (what, you worry about the MS having claw/tooth holes in it?)
Having been furball-less for about a year, it looks as if we will be adopting a senior cat from a 100 year-old lady who has passed away. Looks like a nice kitty, so we’ll see how it works out.
Do, please, take care of yourself!
Fred
Ah, a House Panther—just the thing!
Thanks for sharing your life and your kitties with us. I try to check-in often to see whether I’ve missed anything new and try to follow along.