Wingstubs hurt. Much writing to do. So here’s a picture of Hobkin from last night. He climbed up and flopped his head on my foot:
He stayed like this until my foot and leg fell asleep, and I was forced to move him. I set him at his more customary position at my side, where he was more than happy to resume his nap.
I am naught but a skunk pillow.
- Request from Amy Boxio-Andrews to interview me for Absolute Write. Of course I said “yes.”
- 930 on the Fox Princess novel.
13,950 / 40,000