I seem to have made an error …
… in judgement. I mistakenly got up from my desk a few moments ago – in the middle of writing a scene – to grab a quick snack. By the time I’d sliced up an apple and grabbed a cookie (or two … okay, maybe it was three) this had happened:
Note how he completely ignores getting his picture taken. If he even blinked, or acknowledged my presence in any way, I might not feel as bad about hauling him off my WIP.
And, don’t even think about making a play for that pen. He’s backed by his gang:
So, yeah. I was hoping to have this draft completed by the end of next week … maybe I’ll crack open a can of cat food … or crinkle the treat package … am I a complete pushover?
————–WIP: Cupcakes, Trinkets, and Other Deadly Magic, 1st draft On the headphones: “Ho Hey” by The Lumineers In the fountain pen: toffee brown ink Chocolate of the Day: 70% Madagascar, Amano