I may have been premature in declaring Wisp a contented indoor cat. We got Snowdrop to come in a couple of times this week and it was adorable: they nuzzled, licked each other and she bopped him on the head like she used to. However, it also looked at times like she was ready to follow him back outside. We discouraged this: she’s still a little slow on one leg and it’s just better (for cats and for the wildlife outside) if she stays inside.
The downside is that she’s still restless when she’s on the bed with me, though not as bad as when her leg was in the cast and the cone of shame.
And I no longer get mornings to myself because she loves me and follows me down when I get up. The loss of privacy gnaws at me more than you might think. If that’s what it takes to keep her indoors, though, so be it. This morning was an exception and it felt great — until I discovered she wasn’t sleeping on the bed, she’d followed me into another room and been trapped inside when I closed the door. Oops.
While adjusting my schedule to fit our new indoor cat — write in the early morning, exercise later in the day — still feels awkward, I’m getting used to it, and managing my time a little better. The lack of sleep, however, still lowers my creative ability some. I was supposed to work on Let No Man Put Asunder this morning and I just couldn’t. That said, I did get quite a bit done.
I finished a Local Reporter article on Chapel Hill’s participation in Vision Zero, a program for eliminating road fatalities and serious injuries. However there’s a major development on the Chapel Hill town council agenda for the week after next and I wound up scrambling to prepare an article for next week. That sucked up a lot of time away from my own work.
I got another 4,000 words done on Asunder and I finally see where the action’s going after this current section of talk. That’s a relief. I got less relief working on Oh the Places You’ll Go — I still can’t fix the ending. But I did sell The Adventure of the Red Leech to a new Durham specfic magazine, Dimension Zero. No pay, but I’m still pleased.
I got more work done on Savage Adventures (that was the work I did instead of the creative stuff) and finished my press kit for future Behold the Book releases. I also did some other publisher-type work, not worthy of note yet. And I had a couple of Atomic Junk Shop posts, one on writers who think they have clever insights and musing again about the end of Netflix DVDs.
I also sold a copy of 19-Infinity and someone checked it out from a digital library service. Thanks, both of y’all, whoever you are.
And so the week ends. Have a good weekend everyone.
#SFWApro. Cover by Kemp Ward, all rights to image are mine.
It feels like he really wants to be our indoor cat but can’t quite bring himself to do it. TYG loves him so much, she’ll be over the moon if he comes in and snuggles like Wisp does.
I also have a piece at Atomic Junk Shop on the 
But she’s still my cat and she’s welcome to stay in if she wants.
Now she has the next couple of weeks to strengthen her leg while staying indoors. If everything goes smoothly we don’t need to bring her back to the vet. And while she’s sleeping better, which means I sleep better, if I get up to pee, that’s her cue to get lively. So it’s about three to 3.5 hours a night; better than when this started, still not ideal.
— to the 
unsure, I’ll have to forge ahead but the morning I sat down and worked on it …. it didn’t happen. Part of the problem is that (I know I’ve mentioned this before), Plushie likes climbing into my lap, then stretching out. This leaves me in an awkward physical position for writing, especially as he invariably squishes my crotch in the process. But he’s so cute and we won’t have him forever so I can’t say no.
What did fill my time? Well I finished the first draft of Savage Adventures, my book on the Doc Savage series. It took more rewriting of my blog posts than I anticipated and I have a bunch of notes where I’ll want to expand or clarify things for the book. I’d sooner have done fiction but it’s good I’m ahead of the game on this one.
And 
I sat down and rewrote the third chapter of Let No Man Put Asunder as I’ll be reading that to the writing group soon as I get on the schedule. I realized the fight scene needed a lot of work — too much banter instead of attacking — and I think I’ve fixed it. We’ll see what the group thinks.
Plus I’m in Con-Tinual’s YouTube channel discussing 
Another week where things did not go as well as planned. But let’s start off with good news: I had my semi-annual checkup this week and all my signs (cholesterol, weight, blood pressure) are better than last time. So yay! This is good.
Does that look like a plain Jane to you? Another post looks at how often superheroes wind up fighting when 
Two of the Con-Tinual panels I’ve been on are up on YouTube, one on 
First off, here’s the cover for Oh the Places You’ll Go. Still needs some added lettering of course but I think the image works for a story about traveling through maps.
First, thank you to whoever checked out Atlas Shagged on 
For once it was TYG and not me who woke up because I’d knocked myself out with my ambien prescription and slept through it. I did take Trixie to the vet the next day which threw me off my game I spent Tuesday mostly doing blogging rather than the fiction I’d had scheduled.
Over at Atomic Junkshop I channeled my past writing on political paranoia in 
#SFWApro.
It’s grown a couple more blooms since then.
While I didn’t get any Atomic Junk Shop posts up this week, my Con-Tinual panel dealing with mythological tropes is 
That got me thinking about speed in my writing more generally.
fantasy and while I think it keeps up the tension, it’s not at the same pace as the more action-oriented 
