Working on Innkeeper now. Will be up, hopefully, later in the day. I was having a hard time with it last night, so the plan was to get up early and work this morning. The plan failed.
I told you that Kid 1 moved back home. Well, when she had moved out, she had taken Batty, a tortoise shell cat we rescued, with her. Batty is a gorgeous cat, giant green eyes. But she was very timid and she had conflicts with all of our cats. Actually, she beat up on them when they were kittens. Well, Kid 1 is back and Batty is back with her. Batty is no longer timid. She is now really sweet and well behaved. All she wants to do is lay with you on the bed and cuddle. And if she thinks you are not paying enough attention, she gently hugs you with her paw.
Munchikin cats hate her. Long memories, I guess. They attack her any chance they get. So now Batty lives in our bedroom, behind a closed door. One small problem: Tulip thinks that our bed belongs to her and Tulip knows that there is an evil cat in our bedroom. Last night I took Zzzquil – I’ve been drugging myself for the last week, because the week before I had a stretch where I slept very badly and then not at all – and so last night Tulip sat by the bedroom door and cried and cried and cried. And wailed. And in my drug-induced haze, I got up and let her in. She immediately sat on me, which is something she normally avoids. Apparently, this was for my protection, because the moment Batty tried to get on the bed, Tulip attacked her.
You’d think it would be a cat fight with posturing and staring. Nope. She charged across the bed like a small rhino and rammed Batty. And then they continued mortal combat all around the bedroom, under the bed, on the shelves… It was like a ninja movie. Meanwhile I am laying in bed and moaning, “I just want to go to sleep, you assholes.”
At some point Gordon got up and threw Tulip out, I think, because I fell asleep.
We have to adopt Batty out. For her own safety and our sanity. I always wanted a sweet cat like her, but now I can’t keep her. Oh the irony.
For the commenters who asked for a glimpse of Rogan. Here you go:
The elevator doors opened. Twelfth floor. Rogan pushed the button, forcing the doors to close, and peered at Cornelius. “Is this my replacement?”
What? “I didn’t replace you!”
“Of course not. I’m irreplaceable.”
I received a message asking if there was some major reason I haven’t been posting as much. Well, it’s not so much a single reason as a cluster of unfortunate events.
As you probably know, Gordon’s uncle, whom my husband viewed as his surrogate father, died. We all had a lot of grief to deal with and it’s still not done. Kid 1’s relationship broke apart and she moved back home, which I actually quietly celebrated because I wasn’t down with that relationship from the start, but it was very stressful for her. And I have developed health anxiety, which, from what I understand now, is just an new way for the professional stress to rear its ugly head.
I now have a Pavlovian response to releases: the book isn’t out yet and I already expect the flood of criticism. This is simply the cost of doing business in the internet age and I will get through it, because I always do, but it is taking a physical toll on me this time around. It’s the anticipatory anxiety. I love writing, but I’m not well set up to be an author.
I now have a stricter schedule of working out and dieting, as I’m trying to reteach my body that rising pulse doesn’t equal freaking out. I think there are two kinds of writers: those with an armor-plated ego who think they are bulletproof and nervous wrecks. My Russian father listened to me lay this all on him and recommended an hour walk every day and some good tea, which reminded me of Three Men in a Boat. Here is a link, if you read the first 5 pages, it explains it. 🙂 It’s a hilarious book.
So I haven’t posted because I don’t want to whine. I’ll try to post more and hopefully on topics that don’t involve me.
On a side note, I learned about Florence Foster Jenkins. She is known as the worst singer in the history of Western civilization.
You can learn more about her here. She once said, “People may say I can’t sing, but no one can ever say I didn’t sing. ”
I love this woman.
Local grocery stores are practically giving mangoes away at 3 for $1. I just bought a box of them, came home, opened the refrigerator, and saw more mangoes. I forgot I already bought some. So the question is, what do I do with extra mangoes? I am wondering if I should get some SureJell and make freezer jam, maybe?
Any cool mango recipes? Where is Orro when you need him, right?
Chapter 9 Part 1