Novel Stats:
| Words Today | 0 |
| Words Total | 43,709 |
Short Story Stats:
| Written | 1 |
| Submitted | 0 |
| In Circulation | 0 |
| Rejected | 0 |
| Sold | 0 |
Friday,
February 16, 2007
Okay, this can stop any time now
It's
supposed to be 48 °F in the DFW metroplex today. It is currently 19 °F,
and my youngest cat (shown at left) is trying to surgically attach himself
to me for body heat. Worse, he woke me up at 6:30 AM so that he could sneak
into bed and warm himself up in my covers.
It's bad enough that we have unbearably hot summers -- now we have frigid winters, as well? What is this, Montreal?
And why is JJ suddenly releasing some of the most noxious cat farts it has been my misfortunte to smell? I mean I'm sitting there, innocently typing away, and then this GAS crawls up my nostrils, killing the mucus lining as it rises. Man, I have no idea what the Bach's Flower remedies are doing to his GI tract, but the output is foul.
DONE
Done done done done done. This is me doing the editorial dance of joy, for the second draft of Best Protection is now edited, done and sent off to my beta readers. Now I can clear my head of a quasi-17th Century Alterno-France and return to Normal, Illinois and my favorite fairy godmother (for the moment, anyway, as I seriously think the BP unverse is going to turn into a series whether I want it to or not. Of course, she said, looking at Terry Pratchett in a musing sort of way, that ain't necessarily a bad thing...).
Speaking of Lottie, it's time to change the counter on the left to reflect the wordage on UNDERCOVER GODMOTHER -- that way, I can stop boring you with daily updates on how much I wrote.