Groaning as I fall out of bed and crawl along the floor like a slug... yeah, its fall... love the season, hate the effect it has on these bones... the cats (no longer kittens) don’t care. You can tell that because one is attacking the other on the top of the bed and the both of them are stalking the other with arched tails... yes, they are having a blast, me? Not so much, as they found every aching joint in my body with those tiny feet. One pounces at the other and misses, the bed and all, three guesses where it lands, and the first two guesses don’t count. Yup, you got it, first try and I knew you would, as I continue to rise to head for the washroom as quickly as my legs will take me… trust them to find the most vulnerable spot on me at the moment. (not that the cold floor hadn’t already had a profound effect on my bladder a few seconds ago.) I come out of the little girls room and the children are at the post, and off... warning, the sign flashes in my head... never close a door on a romping cat, you will find the rest of the house trashed in the two seconds it took to do what you had to do.
Yes, closing a door on the dynamic duo can be an experience. I think of the one that leads into the porch attached to the house. They love to get into there, and I can’t say I blame them, but it is a no-no. Little brother’s antique lamps are in there and there are many movable parts on it, beginning with tassels and moving downward. I doubt if I have to explain this, we all know what young cats are like with anything that moves when touched. The only thing more interesting in a wadded up ball of paper, thrown in frustration. (Cat toys seem to come secondary to most anything else) Nothing is sacred, including my hair it seems, as I find out when I clean the litter pan. (Makes me wonder what the back of my head looks like.)
I am over half way through the reworking of ‘Into the Demons Lair’, yes, I know, it should have been done… I have been lazy, but my job list needs attending too. I figure that when it gets to exceed 2 pages it is time to wean it down… what does my body and mind want to do? You guessed it… there is this nice comfy bed, with a warm feather blanket on it that is calling my name. I figure I should finish trashing my manuscript by the end of tomorrow night, if I am lucky, or Tuesday, if I am not. Then it goes to Eniko for first stage edits.
I have good news for my U.S. followers who ordered signed copies, they will be headed South in approximate 10 days. Big bro phoned last night to say they are booked to go South with their big rigs and the packages will be with them. Woohoo. I have another thing in the works to take care of problems like this. I am getting book plates made up to send people who are ordering books and want them signed. It may seem like cheating a little, but it will save everyone money in the long run. Anyone with a paperback book who would like them signed … send me the transaction number through my contact, FB messaging on my FB wall, or however suits you, and I will send you a book plate to attach to the title page inside the book, personalized and signed. Most companies like B&N and Amazon will ship your book for free, thus eliminating the freight charges.
After I am finished the reworking, I am going to take a breather to do a little reading on my own, the month of October is mine to play in, November I am going to work on ‘Hunter’s Challenge’, which is developing very well in my mind and I believe I should be able to get done before Christmas... wish me luck.
I am hearing a tiny voice, yelling for help in the other room, time to go to the rescue... I wonder what she got into this time... with that in mind... I am gone… and until next weekend… have a good one.