You know what's really sad?

When you have to spell certain words so the cat doesn't know you're talking about her. M-i-n, of course, but also c-a-t and k-i-t-t-y. If you say any of those words out loud, Min thinks you're talking to her. In the normal course of events this isn't such a big deal, but during the day on the weekends when she has to be locked into my wing of the house because the bird is flying around and I'm out in the front room talking with the roommate, Min thinks she should be included in the conversation. Either that, or I'm supposed to spend all my free weekend time in our suite of rooms with her. She'll stand at the door, jiggling it to try and make it open, and caterwauling. Eventually, if you ignore her she'll wander off and go to sleep, but if she hears "Min," "cat," or "kitty," she's right back at the door caterwauling.

W-h-i-p-p-e-d.

I've worked really hard to spoil her this bad. I am proud of my accomplishments.

The lengths I go to

Nice discussion of desired book lengths from editorialass and friends here.

The fantasy novel I am reslogging through is now tipping the scales at just over 121k (SMF). That will come down, but I just finished going over the horrific travelogue known as chapter 5 trying to make it work. I came up with a better frame to hang the travelogue on, cut a couple of pages of infoage, but added scenes which replaced the pages cut plus another.

And it's still a damned travelogue! ::sigh::

I need to rethink the entire thing, but I'm fresh out of ideas at the moment, so I'm pushing forward, hoping something will rattle loose as I go. I just hope I don't do my usual trick of "It's out of my sight so I don't have to think about it anymore!"