I'm looking to change my blogging habits because even though I prefer end-of-day, by that time that rolls around, I'm often too tired to blog. We'll see how that works out.

The Sunday morning thing - yes, I love them because I get to sleep in. But then I realize that the next day I have to go to work and the mood turns bittersweet. I've skipped breakfast this particular Sunday because I'm thinking I'll take Soccer Boy out to breakfast when he finally wakes up, that is. It might end up being lunch.

Yesterday, I went to my local RWA chapter meeting, the San Francisco Area RWA chapter where the speaker was Maya Banks What a great speaker! She had loads and loads of fascinating insights about her career and how she approaches her writing that were really invaluable things for any writer to hear. She's the first writer I've ever heard talk specifically about the economics of ePub vs. print pub (she's both) and it made me really think that doing both, with a deliberate plan in place, is a very wise thing to do. Also, as it turned out, I actually knew her from an online RWA chapter under her non-writing name which was a blast to find out.

The Cat Who Thinks My Chair Is His has me once again perched on the very edge of my chair:
I keep my bathrobe and my snuggie on my chair, which I'm sure only adds to its appeal, but really. Can't he share?

Labels: Helping Cat, Sunday Mornings

Today has been a strange day. My son is ill so I kept him home from his soccer game. I haven't had a free, quiet Saturday in forever. I felt like it was a weekday and I was home from work. I came out into the kitchen this morning to see this:




There's a LOL cat in there somewhere. So what the heck. Let's have a contest. I have this awesome glass ring and a glass pendant thingee that I bought at Art in the Park. Best LOL title entry gets them, k? Put yours in the comments to this post. I'll select a winner, say, September 30. Your odds of winning are good, there are only 6 of you regularly reading this blog. What is this cat thinking?

Speaking of contests, I have to wait on the Wicked Cool contest entries from Fresh Fiction before I can announce the winner and I think it takes them a month. Sorry for the delay. I will be announcing a winner as soon as I have those and have them processed, I promise.

Labels: contest, Helping Cat, writing

This is my cat Jake, helping me revise Magellan's Witch. The bulk of the MS is at the bottom of the pic, but he's lying on the done pages from my last pass through last night when I was checking a things to make sure I'd hit all the specific pages. My work space isn't big enough to put the pages anywhere else. Fortunately, at the moment I can work around that. But he was helping me like that all day yesterday when I couldn't work around it. And he's a big, fluffy cat. Now it's on to the bigger picture items, which involves mostly making sure my previous changes are seamless to the rest of the MS.

Labels: Helping Cat, Magellan's Witch, Reviions