What the hell is that?
Mancat!
Now that’s funny.
No, that’s disturbing.
Hairball!
Author
Saw one of those writer posts that makes me feel an odd duck. My authorial dream has never been the JK Rowling rich and famous package. My goal has always been to simply write the stuff I want to write and make enough money so I don’t have do work that isn’t writing.
Mind you, I wouldn’t say no to the whole NYT bestseller and movies thing it if it came along. It’s just never been a first order goal. More than that, I have friends who are at that level of success and it’s not without it’s downsides.
I’ve never been all that award or critic focused either. My main goal from day one has been to produce fast, fun books that casual readers and fans can love, with a strong secondary goal of not making my peers and more critical readers want to fling the book across the room. Basically, what I am trying to do is produce well written commercial fiction that a broad spectrum of people can have fun reading. I do try to put in layers for those who want to look for them, and I am enormously happy when people who are better prose artists than I am like my work, but really I just want to write stories that people want to read. Everything else is gravy.
Hey, thumb-monkey, this bird tv stuff is pretty cool. I want to eat that one!
Wait, what now?
Ooh, delicious delicious birdies. But I prefer blueberry.
Excuse me?
Oooh, now I’m drooling…
All right, that’s it. Hey, Bob, the cats are getting uppity.
Yeah, well what are you gonna do about it, bird? Birds against cats, that won’t end well.
Not for the cats, anyway…
I didn’t even know they made birds that big…
You know, maybe we should reconsider this whole birds vs. cats thing… Votes?
I vote to remain an indoor cat and leave the birds outside.
Nobody expects the FUZZYGATOR!
With thanks to Neil Gaiman, Michael Levy, Sandy Lindow, Mathew Kuchta, and Mandy Little for the extra fuzzies.
Come ‘ere I wanna taste you.
Gross!
Actually, now that you mention it, I DO taste pretty good…
You can never unsee that which has been seen. Sooo, not opening my eyes right now.
I would love to taste the cat…
We are not amused.
You people are soooo sick…
I keep telling the world that, but do they listen?
I’m not sure why I’m here, I was just minding my own business in the shop and wham…
Cat blogging pirate with parrot cat is a visual non sequitur.
Writerman, Writerman,
Does whatever a writer can
Spins a tale, any size,
Catches readers just like flies
Book Out!
Here comes the Writerman.
Is he prolix?
Like a jinx,
He’s got radioactive inks.
Can he write on demand?
Typing or longhand!
Hey, there
There goes the Writerman.
On the blank of the page
With a pen nib so fine
For the lowest of wage
He writes to deadline.
Writerman, Writerman
Friendly neighborhood Writerman
Wealth and fame?
He’s quite ignored.
The STORY is his reward.
For him, life is a bildungsroman
To drama and wit he is drawn
You’ll read the Writer man!
Post Hiving Addition of Pollen Patties
Lola and Laura, a vision in white?
Laura’s first time in a bee suit
Lola thinks she should help
Kelly getting ready to open the hive
Pollen patty
Placing the pollen patty
For some reason there were still a LOT of bees in the box here—shook them into the hive
Laura heading for the woods hives
Laura placing a pollen patty—big step for someone as bee wary as she is
Laura placing another patty
Pollen patty in place
Kelly placing a pollen patty
Bee thinks we didn’t get its good side, requests retakes
Failure in bee suit, discovered _after_ we were done
Mathter, I have the brains ready!
Uh, you do know that you’re a cat right? We have no masters.
Food is my only master.
I am the nap master!
Have you ever looked at the rug? I mean, really looked at the rug?
When you look t0o deep into the rug it looks back into you, and then… *drools*
Sebastian-Floptongue courtesy of Daisy and Andy