I’m in my Pre-Panic Convention Mode. Is it really only four days ’til when I’m back in Essen? I’ll be flying in Thursday, but won’t be at the show until Friday. I’m scheduled to do a couple of signings a day at the Pegasus Spiel booth, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
This also means Dork Tower will be going down to Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next couple of weeks. I was hoping to get enough done to really push for the old M/W/F schedule, but alas alack, no.
Fingers crossed, it looks like we might have found homes for two of the kittens: Blaze and Arancini. Possibly three of them. Did I mention Fingers crossed?
They’d be snapped up in a second if they went to the shelter, but they might then also displace some older kitties who needed a home. So it’s best this way.
It will be incredibly hard and heartbreaking, giving them up. But with Muesli potentially coming inside, we’d be at three cats already. In all honesty, if Muesli ends up preferring the outdoors, as Kitty Kitty does, we might, might, have room for one of the two remaining kittens. We wouldn’t know that for a couple of weeks.
We’re taking Muesli in to get spayed, and then she’ll be kennelled while I’m in Germany then over to London for my parents’ 50th. The kennelling will be to see if she can be a bit more domesticated than she is now. The hospital people she’ll be staying with do great work. We really like her, so we’re hoping she can make the transition indoors easily. She’s about the same age Doozer was when he came in, and he’s loving it.
In the meantime, in case you didn’t read through the responses to the blog yesterday, here are just a few of the reasons I love my readers:
Great quote in Neil Gaiman’s blog today. Of course. It really gets to the heart of the creative life:
“The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it’s about and why you’re doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and surprising (“but of course that’s why he was doing that, and that means that…”) and it’s magic and wonderful and strange.
“You don’t live there always when you write. Mostly it’s a long hard walk. Sometimes it’s a trudge through fog and you’re scared you’ve lost your way and can’t remember why you set out in the first place.
“But sometimes you fly, and that pays for everything.”