Brr, it’s cold in here. The weather has turned. Autumn is segueing into winter. Though I’m enjoying the Wearing of the Scarves (all six of the ones I bought in the UK, though not at once), I’m not liking the frigid wind much. Poor little Psycho Kitty is going to need her space blanket insulation much sooner than I thought.
Photo: Elizabeth West
I’d do it tonight, but she’s ensconced in her doghouse and I don’t want to haul her out to wrap it. She didn’t emerge when I checked on her earlier, a sign that she’s not comfortable outside it. It’s somewhat warmer in there, and she has a fluffy bed and a wrap round it, so she’ll be fine for now.
NaNoWriMo news: word count is 1,821 today, and I am counting the 289 I wrote previously and plugged into this scene where they belong.
As for the Universe, I’m still mad at it. I completely understand what it’s like to be this person right now.
So the book is coming along despite the ridiculousness that is my life. I finished correcting Tunerville, I have a very nice cover letter written for its submission to Imprint-of-Big-Publisher, and I actually slept all the way through last night without waking up.
Keep your fingers crossed for my submission. I have a feeling the books will be just the spell I need. Let’s hope for a good outcome. Magic always has a price, as you know.