awake1. My name is Seanan; I'm an urban fantasy author. My name is also Mira Grant; I'm a science fiction author. Both of my personas write other things, but those are mostly what we're known for. As Seanan, I won the 2010 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer. As Mira, my first book, Feed, was nominated for a Hugo Award in 2011. I put out three books a year. I don't sleep.
2. I have cats. I'm not currently blogging about them much, because there was some unpleasant mail that I'm still calming down from, but they are a huge part of my life, and my word count posts include a note about where the cats are. All my cats came from reputable breeders. I believe in supporting both animal rescue and healthy, responsible breeding.
3. I watch a lot of television. Like, a lot of television. However much you're thinking, it's probably not enough. During the fall, my DVR is a sad, overworked little monkey that deserves lots and lots of treats. Given a choice between sleeping and watching television, the TV wins. Thankfully, writing is like TV for my brain, so I manage to meet my deadlines.
4. I collect toys. Specifically, I collect classic 1980s My Little Ponies, Monster High, interesting plush, the occasional totally awesome vinyl figure, and dolls from Wilde Imagination (Evangeline Ghastly and Ellowyne Wilde). As I type this, a Beautiful Nightmare Evangeline and a Blithe Spirit Ellowyne are sitting on my desk. It is very difficult to hang out in my room if you have issues with creepy dolls watching everything that you do.
5. I try to answer every comment posted on one of my entries, although not necessarily every comment posted on a thread. This can take a while. Please have patience with me.
I have a free friending policy, and a permanent unfriending amnesty. You don't need to tell me, either way. :) Again, welcome, and I'm glad you're here.
September 19 2011, 01:14:34 UTC 5 years ago
I just lost my darling, a four-year old feral rescue kitty.
i mostly have ended up with former ferals in recent times - not a matter of principle, just how it has happened.
Poor Boe kitty was the best boy ever.
It was not his fault that there was something terribly, terribly wrong somewhere with his body.
He wasn't a year old when his kneecaps started disintegrating.
The vets never did figure that one out.
He wasn't yet two when he came down with a kitty cancer that normally strikes at a median age of 12.
(Seriously, I had a vet call me a liar when I brought Boe in for antibiotics, but then she consulted his records and apologized, explaining at length how utterly impossible it was.)
Hard luck kitty had my heart, and the best short life I could give him.
I miss him madly, but damn am I ever sorry for the both of us for having gone through all this.
I wish he'd been an intentionally bred kitty, with a long and comfortable life before him.
But if the only kittens that are "correct" to give homes to are mystery kittens whose parents were scraping a living on the streets, then some of them, logically, will not be getting that good a start in life.
Like poor Boe.
I'll never regret having given him my best, but surely there's nothing wrong with having happy healthy intentional kittens.
September 19 2011, 17:26:52 UTC 5 years ago