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Revision Helper

20150702_173101Yeah, he was a lot of help. πŸ˜›Β  Funny how sitting down at the computer makes you a target for all sorts of stuff. Like lap attacks, and pats, snuggles. πŸ™‚

First draft of Flesh Market is done and now I’m doing revisions before I send it off to beta readers. They’ll have a week and a half to get it back to me and then I’ll have a week to make all my fixes and send it off to The Editor in Question.

Getting very excited to press Send on this one.

Conversations With My Editor

Me: The tomcat brought me a mouse the other day and followed me around the house with it, mewing and dropping it at my feet, then looking at me expectantly. It was a fat one too–I felt bad throwing it out

Editor: You made appropriate thank-you-good-kitty noises and pretended to eat it, right?

Me: Ewwww, no. I did say thank you, but I think he was disappointed.

Editor: If I killed and brought you a gift and you weren’t sufficiently impressed, I’d be disappointed too. *sniff*

And this is why I no longer have a phobia about editors. πŸ™‚

I should copy over the stoned blowjob conversation for you some day.

My response to Rhys Ford’s adorable kitten.

It pleases me no end to find out that I’m not the only one living under the cat’s paw–and it’s not even my own!

I swear, this exact thing has happened to me, more than once.

Kitty, staring wistfully out the window, waiting for the blizzard to end.