Update(s)

[desperance]

So neither cat came to bed last night, at least as far as I'm aware. I got up once, to replace the lid of the kitchen bin which had boinged like a gong when they knocked it off. When he knocked it off, I should say, Mac; I'm sure it was him. I have a metal kitchen bin largely because Barry used to pull the old plastic one over; Barry's never shifted the new one. Mac brings other skills to the task, I guess. Maybe a second braincell.

Otherwise, there was much thundering of paws on stairs, and like that. It's Mac who chases Barry, almost always. Poor Baz just can't get the hang of this. A fiendish beast assaults him: what else is he going to do, but run away? This morning he was peering out from one of his best hidey-holes, behind a bookcase; Mac lay in wait around the corner. If Baz would only clout him a time or two, that would settle his hash, but no. Baz seems not to have the clouting, except with me.

Meanwhile, ridiculous novella has grown again:

30,436 / 40,000 (76.1%)

If the ostensible end-point moves once more, it won't be a novella any more, it'll be a short novel. Which would be absurd, it hasn't got half enough plot to sustain that length. I will cut it, I swear I will; but not till I get to the end. Wherever that may be. And of course only if I think it's worth the effort. It might be the most monstrous heap of crap, after all this.

Comments

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Y'know, if your cats are going to chase each other violently round your bookcases, you'd maybe better give urgent consideration to whether they can be stabilised (the bookcases, not the cats; either would do, but I suspect only one is possible...).

[desperance.livejournal.com]

New bookcases are in train! Or will be, if I can only solve the problems of collection and delivery. I'm inheriting the Lit & Phil's old metal shelving, which will be inherently much more stable. Ideally, they'd like me to collect it (disassembled, fortunately) on Saturday afternoon. Alas, I'm in Derby (http://www.derby.gov.uk/LeisureCulture/ArtsEntertainment/altfiction.htm) on Saturday afternoon. Nothing is ever simple, y'know...?