May 292008
 

We may or may not be entering a realm of radio silence: some, if not all, of the edit letter has arrived, and the first slab of the copyedited manuscript is en route, and now the work begins. Again.

All of a sudden I'm glad I gave in to that urge to not re-read the manuscript, to not tweak at anything as soon as my editor mentioned it. By the time I've finished grovelling through this round of edits, I suspect I'll be yet more glad.

So forgive me if the posts become a little scanty over the next little while. In the meantime, have a photo of Spawn:

What she's doing here is diligently filling the window bays of the Three Little Pigs' house with dry cat food. The true genius of this moment was that, after she'd filled the bays to her satisfaction, she carefully carried the house into the kitchen and deposited it on the shelf where the cats eat.

Now why didn't we think of feeding the cats this way?

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