Despite being on holiday from work, I am still dreaming about it. I’m not sure that’s entirely fair in the scheme of escaping it. As usual, any free time I have does not go as planned. Instead, there has been illness, flat inspections and family furore.
And Barley is still getting us up at crazy o’clock to see to his purry needs.
However, I did get some writing done. Most of it has been on Baying For Blood. This is the sequel to Preying On Time that I have been going on about for what seems like forever (and will seem even longer once it is actually complete).
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Here is a picture of our lovely, cute kitten, Barley Biscuit. And here is also a quote from an email I sent to a good friend this morning…
“He’s too intelligent for his own good and that at the moment is the problem. He has decided to take it upon himself to wake us up at 5am or earlier every morning. We’ve stopped feeding him on a morning because of it, thinking that it was because he wanted breakfast. Now he’s waking us (he does this by scratting at the door repeatedly and then if we let him in and take no notice of him he goes under the bed and pulls at the mattress right below our heads) so he can go out.
Continue reading “Cats, Book Trailers, Birthdays & Holidays”
I finished plotting out Preying On Time’s sequel, Baying For Blood recently. This was, of course, in between working away at the day job. In fact, it was a particularly long, tiring week for that; not that I’m complaining because work means money and sadly that is what turns the world around (and means that I get bookcases for our place).
Did I tell you guys about my adventure with bookcases?
Well, Pretty is yet again broken – a suspension coil at the front on the driver’s side this time. Hopefully we will be getting that fixed at some point in the next couple of weeks. We shall have to see.
Anyway, with Pretty broken again, that means any heavy stuff I have wanted from town whilst Howard’s been at work has had to be carried home. Unfortunately, this meant that the two bookcases I bought at Argos, thus, had to be carried home.
Continue reading “A Year In Our Home, Plotting & Bookcases”