The plan today is to work on it more, because on Saturday Choreboy and I are heading to Disney to be silly newlyweds again. The timing isn't great, but the tickets we'll be using expire in December, so, goshdarnit, have to go play all day.
Yes, it's a hellish life I lead.
Here's the latest snippet from my NaNovel:
Chapter 11It is pure crap, but it's my crap. It'll do.
Daniel stretched, and levered his body up into a sitting position from the cushions on the back of Ellie’s couch. He looked over toward the kitchen and watched Teddy pogoing at the gate.
What is it, small creature?
Potty potty potty!!
I don’t know why you call it potty – you hardly use the toilet, the large cat grumbled. I could use the toilet if I wished. I merely prefer the box.
Teddy ignored Daniel, as was his usual practice, and continued to bounce up and down.
Now now now!!
Yes, yes, fine. Very well. Let’s go outside and go “potty”. He stalked to the gate, leaped over, and held open the pet door for the tiny dog.
Teddy streaked outside so quickly he practically didn’t touch the porch, let alone the steps. By the time Daniel made it onto the porch for his supervision duties, the one pound mutt had finished the first order of business and was deep into location research for the second.
Well, it’s probably almost time for my afternoon nap, thought the large cat. Once he’s finished with his befouling of the grass I’ll get to work on that.
Is all you do sleep? came an unexpected query. Daniel lifted and swiveled his head to see Bob approaching from the Ostrofsky’s side of the property.
Unlike some felines, sniffed Daniel, I have embraced my true calling, which is to be highly decorative and primarily inert.
Except when you’re talking, the smaller feline pointed out.
There is that, admitted Daniel.
Emily wandered up onto the porch as well. She sniffed the air. Food? she wondered.
Mine, informed Daniel. Then, in a rare fit of generosity he shared, but Ellie keeps an extra bowl on the back porch for occasions such as this.
Thank you, responded Emily. Hungry.
And she hopped through the pet door and made her way to the back porch and food.
Words aren’t her strength, are they?
She is a cat of few words, and large appetites, agreed Bob.