Tiny Buffalo
My feline office mate, who might have been created for me by Sartre in No Exit mood, insisted I play something about cats. He didn’t know how FONKY it was going to be. Continue reading
Tag Archives: the cat
Bedwise Is Rightwise
This is really interesting. I’ve never felt the slightest pressure about anything I’ve ever written before, but the response to the announcement of the new Osten Ard books has been so nice that I’m even more determined to make the new ones worthy, and even slightly worried about it. I don’t want to make a Jar-Jar out of things. Continue reading
My Ape Companion is Prone to Motion Sickness
I’m not really updating much from Poland, largely because I didn’t bring my special keyboard, so I’m forced to type slowly, directly on the laptop, which is suited only for the malformed paws of you Earthlings. But I’m thinking of you. Yes, YOU. Because I know that with me out of town, you’re eyeing my stuff. Continue reading
The Only Thing On My Bucket List
Okay. SLEEPING LATE first draft is…a book. That’s good. It means I just need to tune it before submitting it, not go into major rewrite mode. Continue reading
Forget It, Tad — It’s Fridaytown
Thank God for, as I posted earlier, the glow of work accomplished. Because a few seconds later, someone on the internet mentioned pie. I don’t blame them. It’s a good subject. But pie was mentioned and I remembered there was strawberry-rhubarb pie in the refrigerator. So I went there. And pie there was none. I suspect the teenaged boy has inhaled it. And now I cling to life and hope as best I can, because my world is dark and pieless. Continue reading
Not On This Plantation, Mister
The cat has had far more lap time than he has earned, which is zero, so he has no right to complain when I get up. Continue reading