The great thing about writing the kind of books I do is that I get to name a LOT of cats and dogs, way more than if I was just naming pets.
I dreamed The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August but with the cast of The Monkees. It was… bizarre.
My subconscious has latched deeply onto The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. I don’t think of it much while awake but dream it regularly.
Second attempt of the year to make it to the zoo thwarted… The fates do not want me to go look at animals.
The children, yelling at each other: “You don’t like giraffes!”, “No, YOU don’t like giraffes!”