And We Also Pimp Readers!
So, if you’re wondering why in holy Bezell I didn’t put up the Molluscs listing of your books yesterday, the answer is simple: I forgot. Not that it was Saturday (I think) but that… oh, okay fine. I forgot it was Saturday.
But there is a reason!
So this is the week I almost broke down sobbing and had a nervous breakdown. Why you ask?
Well, it started, as it so often does, with a cat. Miranda cat. As I’ve said here (right?) she has a heart condition. The problem is that she’s also REALLY high strung. (Me, to husband “Why does our most high strung cat have to have a cardiac condition?” Him “Do you listen to yourself?”) Anyway, so, pilling her is impossible. She has cheek pouches. She will spit the pills out in your shoes HOURS later. Giving her drops is not MUCH better. So…
So we had this cream to rub in her ear. Either we rubbed to hard, or she worried at it afterwards. She got an hematoma. Because Miranda is a Cornish Rex, she’s ALL ears. When her ear puffed out it was really obvious, and she scratched it a lot.
So, in we go. They didn’t want to risk surgery. At first they put her in the collar of shame, and told us it would go down on its own. It didn’t. Then they tried leeches. Only Miranda didn’t like leeches. (Can you blame her?) So she shook her head so hard it tore of a patch of her skin and sent the leech flying. So, they had to do surgery…
And then they sent her home with instructions to remove any scab that formed, and MILK the bubble out of it. Every hour or so.
It started okay, only I don’t SEE well enough to get the scab amid the sutures, particularly when she moved her head. (I’m 51, okay?)
Then Miranda started SCREAMING when I touched her and even Robert couldn’t hold her still.
By the fourth day I couldn’t do anything but FEAR doing the stuff to her ear.
So, Thursday, I packed her and her meds, took her to the vet and said “Will you board her and do the scab thing till Monday? I’ll pay!”
I hated paying because we had a ton other emergencies this month (car, flooded basement, and now soon stove. Long story.) BUT d*mn it, it wasn’t even worrying about it. I was on the verge of curling up under my desk and crying. It was bad enough doing painful things to the kids when they SORT of understood (when we had to do treatments that hurt) but Miranda had no clue, and she thought I hated her. I mean, she jumped in the carrier of her own free will.
I wish I could report that Friday was wonderful for writing, but I still felt jittery inside. Also, there was stuff going on with #1 son which I might or might not report in the future — as it’s his stuff, not mine. Those who follow him on FB know, of course. Nothing bad, truly, but VERY nerve wracking. For all of us. Because it’s not immediately obvious what the outcome will be and we seem to have little power to influence it, which goes against our inclinations and also against reason.
Yesterday I did get some writing done, and today I’m hoping to do more, after I bank some posts. I think that I need to make some more adjustments to my schedule, but that is a post for another day.
Meanwhile, below, are Monsieur Half-Shell’s carefully collected links, and I shall have a chapter of Elf Blood up at Mad Genius Club in an hour or so.
Hail, well met, good morning, salutations, greetings, and other such truck. Look upon our books, ye mighty, and
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The Free Range Oyster
Schree’s Rest (A Cat Among Dragons)
It does if the co-pilot is a great lord’s son. Rada Ni Drako travels to the edge of the Azdhag throneworld to investigate a training accident and lands in the middle of a fight dating back to the Great Relocation. Can she find the truth before a border dispute turns into a lineage war?
Elizabeth of Starland
Stubborn as a mule? No, stubborn AND her mule.
Colonial Plantation LTD. abandoned ColPlat XI, writing the planet off as a tax loss after a series of severe Carrington-type events. Now, four hundred years later, Laurence V of Frankonia wants to write Elizabeth von Sarmas out of his kingdom, but like her Lander ancestors, Elizabeth refuses to roll over and die.
Richard Alan Chandler
Alex Sanderson doesn’t like much of anything, but of all the things he hates, getting locked up in an alien prison on trumped-up charges tops the list. All he wants is a fair hearing and he’s sure he can get out. His cellmate on the other hand, she has different plans for Alex….
Note: This story contains profanity, some violence, and sexual situations, although not especially graphic, they may be offensive to some readers.
The product of a 23rd century experiment gone haywire, ADAM KOOP is an elegant seven-footer, human in appearance but having the strength of four men, the mind of an Einstein and the scruples of a killer. Koop is the first Quf-Man, the alpha male who shatters the bonds of servitude and leads his fellow human-anthropoid hybrids to dominance of an entire planet.
Light years away on Planet Earth, JONATHAN FELS is a dropout with a history of poor academic performance and a rap sheet for illegal prospecting. Fels joins the Marine Corps and qualifies for a surgical makeover that provides exceptional strength, cat-like reflexes and a cerebral-computer interface.
When Koop and his hordes attack a colonized moon, Fels and his cybernetic marines deploy to rescue a cult of human females. Earth’s future hangs in the balance.