Cats and NaNo...
I *am* still alive!
I just had a really exhausting week-and-a-half (or so). I'd go into detail, but I'm saving that for later, plus, I know that if I do, I'll end up forgetting what I actually want to write about, get distracted and end up getting nothing done for most of the day).
I have started NaNo though, despite the pull of City of... (although stress levels are rising there - again, I'll talk more later), and have mangaged to get to a grand total of 1,517 words so far, which according to the spreadsheet I downloaded means I'm 3% done. Which I think is an average start, if nothing else.
Especially because Jelli has apparently taught Mac one of her favourite tricks.
Whenever Jelli sees me writing, be it on the computer or on a notepad, she immediately comes over and either sits on the notepad or gets between me and the keyboard. Either she thinks very little of my writing or she considers the whole practice to be a waste of good stroking time, but the end result is the same. And now Mac's started doing it - or his best approximation, as he can't climb up on my computer desk. Instead he tries to scale the back of my chair. He's gotten the "sitting on notepads" thing down pat though.
If they weren't so damn cute and appealing when they do it, I'd shut them in a closet...
I just had a really exhausting week-and-a-half (or so). I'd go into detail, but I'm saving that for later, plus, I know that if I do, I'll end up forgetting what I actually want to write about, get distracted and end up getting nothing done for most of the day).
I have started NaNo though, despite the pull of City of... (although stress levels are rising there - again, I'll talk more later), and have mangaged to get to a grand total of 1,517 words so far, which according to the spreadsheet I downloaded means I'm 3% done. Which I think is an average start, if nothing else.
Especially because Jelli has apparently taught Mac one of her favourite tricks.
Whenever Jelli sees me writing, be it on the computer or on a notepad, she immediately comes over and either sits on the notepad or gets between me and the keyboard. Either she thinks very little of my writing or she considers the whole practice to be a waste of good stroking time, but the end result is the same. And now Mac's started doing it - or his best approximation, as he can't climb up on my computer desk. Instead he tries to scale the back of my chair. He's gotten the "sitting on notepads" thing down pat though.
If they weren't so damn cute and appealing when they do it, I'd shut them in a closet...