It is raining again. The pressure hasn’t changed so I am enjoying this rain. It is soothing, comforting. Reading Blameless, by Gail Carriger is the perfect companion to the rain and taking a slight break from the words.
The current section of said story is making me look at how we self-identify to describe something I wasn’t really expecting to need to describe. Earlier today I was concerned about whether I would be making the self-imposed deadline of the end of August to have the piece up on Kindle, or Smashwords, depending. I came to the conclusion: As long as I can work on the story every day, without fail, the deadline will be reached.
One impetus for getting the novella/novel done is a blossoming new story. It is itching my brain and imagination. I’m not exactly sure what it’s about, honestly. There is a character, as most of my stories begin, I can see in my imagination. Exactly what this character wants to share with me is still a mystery. So, I need to be diligent and work on said novella/novel every day and the piece will end and then go up onto Kindle and I’ll be happy to turn my attention elsewhere.
In home news – Gabby is doing better today. She must walk with her head cocked to the side, either because the world is tilted or she can’t see (or both), but she is walking. She is also eating and drinking today! Hard food is a bit difficult, so we have canned food for her and, of course, she is getting treats (not too many), and lots of attention. When walking she spreads her legs far apart and it goes something like: stagger, right the world, step, step, step, stagger, right the world, repeat. Gabby has made it outside to relieve herself with a rest afterwards to make it back inside the apartment. Now I am encouraged she may just make it to her 18th birthday in November!
Back to the ink mines!