A cat has lots of lives. Even a Scaredy-Cat like me.
It’s been quite a year for this cat. I’ve used up some lives. Good thing that by God’s grace I have so many!
It’s been a year for Mom, too. Other people have health issues, not us. We bounce back from anything, well… until now. This year we’ve struggled with the same kidney issues. Who’d a thought? It’s almost laughable.
I hit the skids in April, bouncing back by summer. Mom had her turn in November and again in January. These days she’s home, happily puttering toward better health.
Now it’s my turn to swing on the health trapeze. Another (arthroscopic) kidney surgery is set for two weeks from now, after rounds of antibiotic and antifungal medication. Who knew those small pills would make me feel so blah?
Anyway, here I am, being a Scaredy-Cat. Not about the surgery. I’ve had the same procedure three times before. I don’t even bother with the pain meds.
No, it’s the book thing. Not going under anesthesia with the novel unfinished, not again! I’m excited to announce that I’ve sent the formatted book file off for Table of Contents pagination, hooray! It won’t be available for sale until the print cover is finalized, but the interior is done. Finally!
I guess you could say that I’ve been “puttering toward publication.” Puttering, now that’s an unusual “cat” concept. Producing a book is more like a marathon.
Do cats run marathons? Nope. We sprint madly, and then we lie around.
Ha, do cats teach school? Yes, but only in Despot Mode. (“Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.”) Then we come home and lie around.
When the book is released, there will be purring around here. And teaching school. Oh, and also lying around. Until April’s Camp NaNo, when it will be time to start the next novel.
This article was also posted at Jane Started It!, a blog I share with my writing pals.