Monday, November 21, 2016
Hello Monday. What a miserable week we've had.
My eldest cat died. He'd been ill for some time, but he looked like he was getting better -- and then not. I miss him. He was a big old teddy bear of a cat who liked to crawl into bed with me when I would settle in to read on my Nook. He'd climb up on the pillow, stretch out across my shoulder, and read with me. That included changing pages with a swipe of his paw, even if I wasn't ready to.
He was a feral kitten, like all my cats. If he'd stayed outside, he would have been lucky to live three years -- we have an area rough on cats, including a neighbor who hates them and has threatened to poison any he finds. So Wind wouldn't have survived long out there. Instead, he had fourteen years of warm house, soft bed, and good food. And all the books he could read.
Just not a good week. There have been other things. My back has been giving me trouble. I hate when it does this. Walking is difficult. Sitting is uncomfortable. Stretching out in bed is great until I have to move. I had to stay home today while Russ went on a nice trip north to visit. I could not walk or sit that long. I did manage to write. So not all was lost.
NaNo? Oh, it's going fine. I'm up to about 140k. I've finished Raventower & Merriweather 2: War and started in on Silversun, an interesting little science fiction novel with a western feel. This is an experiment novel as far as the genre and setting combination goes and I am barely 12k into it, but enjoying the characters and the setting so far. I hope this will hold me through the rest of the month. Just focus on the writing and ignore almost everything else. Will the story work? I don't know. Sometimes the experiments do and other times they don't. This one has a number of POV characters and an odd layout.
For all the NaNo people, I hope the rest of you are doing well. We are closing in on the end. You can do it -- and even if you don't reach 50k, you wrote words, right? Enjoy yourselves. Write your stories and have fun. We're lucky that we can imagine other things. Most of the world is trapped in the dull little world of reality. We are the lucky ones, even if it is hard work.