Stapled Cat is stapled; Miles & the Magic Flute has a cover
Quick update, because is coming, and I have to clean a bathroom and make a dinner.
Mia went to the vet this morning to get her stitches removed and came home gushing blood. When Dan took her back, he said he could see her connective tissue. I still feel nauseous just thinking about that; seeing it would have done me in. So she spent the morning and early afternoon getting stapled. Seriously: she has thirty staples down her back. She doesn’t care. She just came home, gave me a dirty look because of the vet visit, and passed out on her pillow.
I finished the draft for the fairytale novella I promised to do back in January. It still needs some hot oil help, but its bones are not bad, I don’t think. Its official title is The Sweet Son, but I have been referring to it as Slutty Snow White. This one rivals Special Delivery in its ability to make me sit at my desk and blush and gape at the monitor. This will be another one, I fear, where my mother-in-law blinks and asks me how I know this stuff. I honestly have no idea, Nina. I just have slutty muses. I like to think this one has heart too, a lot of it, actually, but we’ll see.
Meanwhile, I got the cover for Miles and the Magic Flute today. I am still swooning from the power of the awesome. is, as ever, amazing beyond amazing. So is Dreamspinner Press.
Next up, after I fuss over the novella draft and send it out to the very eager beta who inspired it, I have to get David my scene which I am HEINOUSLY behind on, and then, finally, FINALLY, I am going to lock the doors and make the world go away until I get another good chunk of Two To Tango out of me. Because that is starting to make me ache.
In the meantime, my god, wait until you see what the Map Muse is doing to the world of The Seventh Veil. Oh, I hope that book sells next.
Now it’s time for toilet cleaning and black bean soup. And a run to the store, because I have no bread….