And if you wondered why my spacing was weird:

It's because a certain butterscotch someone just jumped on my mouse while I was publishing! Some people worry about writer's block - I worry about writer's cat!

T Minus 5 Days, 2 Hours And 36 Minutes!

But who's counting?

Nanowrimo is coming, folks!

And with it the unprecedented opportunity to inflict more weird literature
on the world!! (And did anyone really doubt my literature would be weird?)

Join us! It is the will of Landru . . . . well, okay, just the will of me and a whole lot of others!
Write on!

Well, I SAID I was going to do it!

Okay, so even if my year hasn't been going very smoothly, I am now officially signed up for this year's NANOWRIMO!! Registering is the easy part, of course - writing a 50,000 word novel from scratch in only one month beginning on November 1st will be slightly trickier . . . . So wish me well!

Oh, and if you are a certain were-parsnip reading this - je te port un defi! Join me, my friend! I know you can do it!

End of the Day

The rain has stopped
finally,
and cats creep out around the village.
Disdainful of wet grass they sit,
statues of themselves,
while the wet breeze carries the scent
of Sunday laundry detergent.
The sparkling sun is sinking and
a drizzle returns.
The statues vanish.
A cat has more sense than I.