It’s one of those days I can’t think of a coherent topic, so I’ll do an update of sorts. Depending on how the writing day goes there might be Dark Fate in the evening.
My first reflection — mark me well — is that it’s a bad idea to sleep with two hot-water-cats, unless it’s really cold in your house. Husband was covered up to the nose, and I threw back all my covers, but with Havey on my stomach and Euclid on my legs, I was still burning.
They’re disturbed by the loss of boss-cat and have been unusually clingy. (Normally they just sleep on my feet or Dan’s or both.)
The funny thing is no new boss cat seems to have emerged. Instead, they just ignore each other, and randomly, sometimes, Havey and Euclid cuddle, but not a lot.
Second, I think I figured out why, though I’m much better, thyroid-wise, the writing still isn’t working. I’ve been taking an anti-histamine for the itching and eczema. While I’ve had this with other anti-histamines before, (I can write non-fiction but not fiction while on them) this thing is new, and I didn’t realize it also affected it until I correlated my stoppages in writing with my flare ups of eczema. I am on the downslope (though not out of the woods) on eczema, so I’m going to try to brave it with only topical help. Because I have to finish Revenge, get going on Guardian and the other collaboration, and yes, feed you guys Dark Fate.
In the times I could work, but not write fiction, I’ve made covers and typesetted Dan’s books, Robert’s, and some of mine that don’t have it.
I will be putting them up when I have the time, now and then.
Meanwhile, for those not wading through the comments, Through Fire is a finalist for the Prometheus. I don’t expect to win, but it’s an honor to be nominated.
And meanwhile offly (what, it’s better than biggly) and itchilly to write.