I'm aghast that it's been a full week since I blogged. Is there a blogging equivalent to Hail Marys? Do I owe seven photographs of monsterus minimus in atonement?

Have a few; she's been uncooperative about taking photos lately.



And speaking of uncooperative, I asked her if she'd like to go to storytime today.

"We're not going to storytime," she told me, totally matter-of-fact. "I'm not going to behave."

So, we didn't.



She likes to help me get wood, though it's been so ridiculously warm that we don't have much need for it. It's still cheerful to have a nice little fire some days anyway.

Things have actually been going well - my silence isn't dire. I am spitting distance to done with Kickstarter rewards, have a show coming up this weekend, actual social things planned, and I've been spending my blogging moments on writing for Torn World. When I accepted that doing NaNoWriMo this month was stupid-crazy, I set myself a much more manageable goal of doing 30 bits of metafiction (or fiction) for Torn World instead. So far, I've written up 12 bit characters, 4 full characters, 5 articles, and 2 pieces of flashfiction - and I've got several other little things started. That's 23/30 finished, and I'm well ahead of the calendar. O.o I like the gaps that are getting filled in, and I spent a little time fixing the article outline. It's still a little sprawling, but more organized than it was, and I've caught a few things that got dropped off when I was still working out bugs in the inter-linking program. Today is Thimbleful Thursday, so I'll be trying to do that, too.

This is naptime, that fleeting freedom - off to work on orders (not Kickstarter!), and get ready for the show tomorrow, and then do Thimbleful. And wash dishes. And clean the bathroom.