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Feb. 14th, 2010 09:50 amMy brother didn't come down this weekend as he's house-sitting for some friends, so I'm here by meself. For some reason - maybe because of 40 years of working - weekends still seem different than the rest of the week, even though there's nothing really different in my routine. They just seem different.
Been pushing some ideas around for an original short story. There's a nifty little contest with a mid-March deadline. Fifty page max, $1500 prize. But it's amazing how hard it is to think up workable ideas when you don't have the characters in mind already. I may have to work up a list of interesting characters and just keep them on file so I could pull a couple and write a story about them doing something. LOL The neat thing about contests is that many are via "literary magazines", so while learning about the contest, you find out what their 'normal' submission guidelines/payments are as well. So those go into yet another file for perusal.
Fang is giving me conniptions. She knows she's not supposed to be on the dining room table, but it's now become a game with her. "How long can I be on here before Mom sees me?" All I have to do is look at her up there and she's bounding to the floor - so she definitely knows, the little bugger. She's also discovered a new pre-bedtime game. Petey always sleeps curled up in front of me, and Fang behind my knees (yeah, the two dogs, the cat, and me, all on the couch - it's a pack thing LOL). So now she's discovered that Petey's ear just peaks up over my thigh - so she spends quite some time pouncing on it from her "hiding place" before finally settling down for the night. Needless to say, neither Petey nor I are thrilled with this newest pursuit of hers.
Oh, and I got her to stand on the scale the other day. The needle was exactly between two and three pounds. And since I think she's probably 8-9 months old now, I doubt she's going to grow much more. But that's okay, too. I like her little :p I'm most thankful that she's retaining her kitten face - so many cats their face flattens out as they mature, and I've never liked that.
Well, that's about all my meager thoughts this morning. Some housework today, starting to inventory the house and pack stuff away. And writing - I've been doing a lot of "Oh this sounds good... well, not that good... actually that's awful... start over..." Too many scattered projects, I guess. Gotta settle myself down and concentrate on one at a time - at least on a day-to-day basis.
Okay - off to work :D
Been pushing some ideas around for an original short story. There's a nifty little contest with a mid-March deadline. Fifty page max, $1500 prize. But it's amazing how hard it is to think up workable ideas when you don't have the characters in mind already. I may have to work up a list of interesting characters and just keep them on file so I could pull a couple and write a story about them doing something. LOL The neat thing about contests is that many are via "literary magazines", so while learning about the contest, you find out what their 'normal' submission guidelines/payments are as well. So those go into yet another file for perusal.
Fang is giving me conniptions. She knows she's not supposed to be on the dining room table, but it's now become a game with her. "How long can I be on here before Mom sees me?" All I have to do is look at her up there and she's bounding to the floor - so she definitely knows, the little bugger. She's also discovered a new pre-bedtime game. Petey always sleeps curled up in front of me, and Fang behind my knees (yeah, the two dogs, the cat, and me, all on the couch - it's a pack thing LOL). So now she's discovered that Petey's ear just peaks up over my thigh - so she spends quite some time pouncing on it from her "hiding place" before finally settling down for the night. Needless to say, neither Petey nor I are thrilled with this newest pursuit of hers.
Oh, and I got her to stand on the scale the other day. The needle was exactly between two and three pounds. And since I think she's probably 8-9 months old now, I doubt she's going to grow much more. But that's okay, too. I like her little :p I'm most thankful that she's retaining her kitten face - so many cats their face flattens out as they mature, and I've never liked that.
Well, that's about all my meager thoughts this morning. Some housework today, starting to inventory the house and pack stuff away. And writing - I've been doing a lot of "Oh this sounds good... well, not that good... actually that's awful... start over..." Too many scattered projects, I guess. Gotta settle myself down and concentrate on one at a time - at least on a day-to-day basis.
Okay - off to work :D
