Last night was a restless one, due completely to a certain skunk. For some reason, Hobkin couldn’t decide on what he wanted to do–sleep or run amok. He crawled up beside me to cuddle (waking me to give him a boost), and then about twenty minutes later–as I was falling back into a nice, deep sleep–he decided he wanted down, waking me again (usually by walking over me), go tearing around the house a couple times, and then come back to cuddle. Repeat for several hours.
Result: No sleep for Eugie.
Silly fuzz beast. It might have been the furnace. We turned on the heat for the first time this season and there was undoubtedly quite a bit of dust in the vents.
Writing Stuff
Received:
4-day “I can’t use this. It’s too long” from my editor re: “Beauty’s Folly.” I’m viewing this as a nod from the universe that I ought to try to extend this story into a novel. Therefore, it’s back in the “in-progress” queue. But the editor very kindly offered me another chance to provide something else.
New Words: 2500 on “Princess Bufo Marinus: I call her Amy,” a re-telling of the Frog Prince fairy tale. Wrote this story to zero draft from opening sentence to “the end” in one day. Sat down at 6AM to write and got up from my desk in the library at 5:30PM for dinner feeling a bit woozy but very pleased with myself. Made fosteronfilm first reader it and will do a rewrite tweak based on his comments as well as a few editing passes today. Then it’s off to the editor.
Next up: back to work on “Rue and Ruin.”
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Sounds like my kitty! She wakes at 2am routinely now. I guess we could not sleep with these restless creatures and…nah, that’s crazy talk.
Hobkin has been trying to nudge his mealtimes, especially breakfast and lunch, earlier in the day, and I wonder if this is part of his nefarious scheme to have breakfast at 5AM. Wearing me down with sleep deprivation and all. It’s just the sort of thing the tricksy fuzzbump would try.
But I can’t even stay mad at him! He’s so cute, not to mention all soft and warm to snuggle. Yep, the critter who rules our household is the one with a brain the size of a walnut. Sigh.
Hey, you’re doing a retelling of the frog prince tale? Sniff, sniff, but mine is a redneck version, so I guess they’re different enough. Hope we don’t have to duke it out. You would undoubtedly win. Break a leg, but not really; I guess I mean good luck with it. And turn that beautiful beast into a novel and make some big bucks to keep Hobkin in groceries over the winter!
If it’s any consolation, mine’s more of a “Frog Princess” tale than a “Frog Prince” one. And I haven’t broken a leg yet, but my knees and wingstubs really ache. Does that count?
Yes, the aches do count. You have suffered enough. Unfortunately, mine also features a frog princess, but she remains a frog. It’s the guy who changes. He’s better off as a frog, believe me. Hope I’ve not accidentally tripped on your plot. And is “Amy” really part of the title or one of the characters? How charming!
No plot trippings to worry about! Mine follows the traditional “everyone’s a human at the end” storyline. And yes, “Amy” is both part of the title and a character. I didn’t even realize it was a homage to a certain Swamp Queen when I was writing it–the name emerges naturally from the story, if that makes any sense. Very glad you find it charming!
Yes, the aches do count. You have suffered enough. Unfortunately, mine also features a frog princess, but she remains a frog. It’s the redneck guy who changes. He’s better off as a frog, believe me. Hope I’ve not accidentally tripped on your plot. And is “Amy” really part of the title or one of the characters? How charming!
I love those “sit down in the morning and end up with a story” days.
Sorry about psycho-skunk, though. You really need sleep after a story-in-a-day day.
There was much napping yesterday. And Hobkin made up for being an evil beastie the previous night by volunteering for stuffed animal duty during my siesta.
Does Hobkin get allergies? The Rat Dog flipped out on Wednesday night, possibly because of the furnace, but also because of one of the blankets. Which I think I am allergic too as well. In her case, she kept getting up and tromping over me, all whilst snuffling and snorting like a tiny steam kettle. Very weird.
Eugie needs a nap. 🙂
Pat Kirby
Poor Rat Dog! Although the mental image you’ve conjured of her as an itty-bitty steam kettle is pretty adorable.
I don’t think Hobkin has allergies, but he does have a snuffly nose right now. I thought it was a cold, but it could be a reaction to dust or other allergens. Hmmm.
Wouldn’t the spelling be nicer as ‘Aimee’? 😉
Hee! “Aimee” is indeed a fine and lovely spelling, but for this story, “Amy” is more appropriate. Sorry!