Go be unstoppable!
Go be unstoppable!
My mother has bubble wrap. We're going to repackage this ourselves. I'd hate for this to get broken in shipping.
I have a rule that I don't speak badly of current or previous employers on social media, but I need to break that rule.
This is a rather large laptop return box with very little bubble wrap for said laptop. Godspeed, Macbook. I did my best.
I always have this intense hesitation before I do any work on my books, like I'm questioning if I can do this or not. I've found that I just need to write a couple words and that's it, after that I am unstoppable.
I love how she's not just "human, but cat-shaped" but genuinely is having to learn how to live as "cat, but with human level sentience" as the story progresses. I've only finished book one but have book two waiting for me.
Today was my first day as a full-time author and I spent it... updating my software developer resume. ๐
I just needed to get it taken care of while everything was fresh in my head. Tomorrow will be dedicated to book four!
My head canon is that she read the description and in true cat fashion was like "yeah that sounds fun"
Yeah, I recently talked with someone who is an expert on a niche subject for my writing and she was like "just get this jargon right and the rest is too specific to matter."
I've finished the first book and the second book is up next on my list! I could not figure out initially if the author was familiar with cats, but then Donut committed her first war crime and I was like "yep that's totally a thing cats would do."
My friend sent me a video of some guys fighting in full armor with swords and I'm like hang on, I know one of them. ๐
My mom: we never showed you scary movies when you were kids
Me: Alien. The Thing. War of the Worlds.
Mom: War of the Worlds isn't scary
Me: it is when you're in first grade
Me: did it register that this book was potentially a romantasy when I bought it? I don't know if this is going to be my thing...
Me, a few chapters later: so they hate each other and they're fighting back to back against horrific monsters and I love that for them ๐ฅฐ
I showed my parents a 3d print of Hornet that I painted and in an effort to understand, my parents watched a YouTube lore video of Hornet's origins. They were, understandably, very confused.
Surprising literally no one, my brain is not being normal about this. But so far it just seems to be a massive dump of energy, to the point of being jittery. Which isn't the worst side effect ever.
As someone who works in tech, I fucking hate this.
Well I've stopped my tamoxifen so tomorrow I'm going to start getting my hormones back. Please brain. I need you to be normal about this. ๐ฌ
It's kind of their thing. I made a post a while back with a few curated photos of them that are also pretty good. bsky.app/profile/bonn...
An orange and white cat lays curled on a dog bed next to a brown and white dog.
My cat photo comes with a bonus cat.
Great news everyone. The print I decided to try resizing, adding my own supports, and printing as one single piece instead of multiple pieces succeeded. Which means my D&D players are going to have a really fun boss fight soon.
You know that thing in horror movies where the killer drags a weapon along the side of a car or against the door or something? Beau is doing that to the outside of the house with his fish bone toy and it's freaking the cats out.
I wish it really was possible to help take some of that on. โฅ๏ธ
You ever sit there and think you know what would be nice right now? Crashing out. I really just want to crash out. I don't even know over what. I'm just tired of keeping it together.
Me, lighting the beacons: hey horse friends I have a question
My horse friends:
My dog: LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT oh and I'm taking a toy with me
Me: that's a cat toy
My dog: yes, and they shall never see it again
I'm so sorry.
My movement disorder woke me up last night (the WORST) and has been almost non-stop all day. I don't want to go to bed, because I know it'll get bad once I stop trying to fight it off, but it's not like it's going to stop on its own. I've had this 20 years and I still hate it.
My friend: we're going to do everything we can to make him feel comfortable and safe here ๐ฅฐ
My dog: HROARGHLH ๐คฎ
I took Beau to a friend's house yesterday to start the process of getting him used to said friend. He did fairly well, but I know it was very stressful for him. As soon as we got home, he ran upstairs, jumped on the sofa, and vomited all over the blankets.
Okay I just got talked into taking up my harp again. It's so out of tune that I just ran through the strings and my dog shot me a dirty look and left the room.
Carrot was legitimately unpredictable when I first got him. He'd just snap and go straight to biting. I think his previous owners didn't respect his boundaries. But after half a year of patience, he's started letting me know when he needs space and we haven't had any more biting episodes.