Month: December 2018

11-year-old: “In your pockets, do you have…”

Me, emptying pockets of toys: “A raccoon, a lizard, a skeleton, and some silly putty…”

11: “I was hoping for a snack.”

Me: “Oh, no, I keep toys in my pockets, not food. You know that.”

I love it when my research is to do things like look at pictures of bears’ noses.

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That feeling when you write the last few paragraphs of the first draft of your novel, and then you show them to your spouse, and they cause a deep philosophical discussion of physics… Continue reading “Finishing Nexus Nine”

Today’s Doctor Who made me realize I should write frogs more often.‬

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My novel-in-progress is now the fifth longest thing I’ve written, since it just passed up “In a Dog’s World” in length.

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My father-in-law saw the news about me being a Guest of Honor at next year’s Midwest FurFest and called to tell me how impressed he is. I don’t talk to my own dad… so, this was really nice.

I thought it’d be easier to write with Christmas music on than while listening to the 5-year-old sing the alphabet loudly & atonally, over & over again… but I underestimated his ability to sing along with every song by singing “Jingle Bells,” regardless of the actual song playing.