I think this is why so many authors have cats. They're always happy to tell us that we're flawed, and equally happy to tell us that they love us anyway, as long as we do what they want us to do. It's a perfect preparation for life as a working writer! Although most writers don't have cats that can actually physically restrain them when they feel the need (in other news, Thomas has had a growth spurt).
I really need to a) clean my room, and b) spend a few hours just taking pictures of toys, because most of them are creepy, and they watch me sleep, so you need to understand just how creepy they are. I want you to understand my pain. The cats do not mess with the creepy dolls. That's how creepy the creepy dolls are.
I don't think this post has a point beyond "life goes on." So this is my still life with cats and dolls. Happy Saturday!
(*Chris. One of my dearest friends of the last decade, although he lives just far enough away that I don't see him more than once or twice a month, and he doesn't do many conventions, so most people won't have met him. He's my horror movie buddy. This is just one of the many, many grenades which he cheerfully throws himself upon.)
September 10 2011, 21:14:20 UTC 5 years ago
I'm reading "Rosemary and Rue," and it has pulled me away from admiring the French countryside. That's how good it is.
September 11 2011, 03:06:10 UTC 5 years ago
Thank you. People are so happy with book five that I feel a little, like, weren't the other ones nice, too? That pleases me.
September 11 2011, 04:21:36 UTC 5 years ago
September 13 2011, 14:44:27 UTC 5 years ago
September 11 2011, 17:24:03 UTC 5 years ago
And it was just generally awesome anyways. I still really love the grocery store pixies. And it makes me realize that I really need to visit SF, because I've never been.
September 12 2011, 21:35:19 UTC 5 years ago