The shy, sweet, declawed, 20-lb grey cat is sitting on my desk on the book-case in front of the screen talking to the birds who are less than 18 inches away, on the bird bell outside the window. He's very frustrated.
The birds are mocking him.
The world is a wooly and wonderful place. It never pays to assume that the status quo is gonna stick around longer than the next deep breath, does it?
This message brought to you by the letter tseh, the number 1964, and the spirit of international humility.
I'm on page 320 of 609 of my edit of All the Windwracked Stars, and I've gotten around 10K out of it. If I can get it down to 130K, I will be a happy eBear, but I'm not counting on it.