Wordy-rapping-hood.
1100 words today on current WIP. 1200 words written yesterday. 1050 written Tuesday in Portland at Hazel Room on Hawthorne. 13K words in and chapter six is done. Chapter seven “ought” to be a breeze. It’s Chapter eight I worry about…but not just yet. Fretting leads to fear. Fear leads to incapacitation. Incapacitation leads to insomnia, a return to caffeine consumption and suffering.
Did I mention Chapter six went swimmingly? Yeah, that.
News Flash: Kitten barf is no cuter than adult cat barf.
Poor Tessa with an upset tummy after last checkup and shots yesterday. We’re watching her and are in contact with our vet, just in case. On the other end of the scale, Tuesday morning little Pia Bean had her second checkup and shots. Then she slept the rest of the day. Here’s proof.


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