Haven't blogged in a while, am sort of in a writing slump. It's gotten to be where I'm writing just to keep up the practice, and the stuff I'm producing I really have no faith/interest in.
In cheerier news, I am looking forward to the new Necrotic Tissue, as it will have one of my favorite stories that I've written in it.
So I used to think of myself as a cat person. But since I've started working with dogs and living with cats, I've decided that I'm actually a dog person. I just don't get cats (and I do think that mystery is part of their charm, but come on, mystery can only take you so far). We fairly recently added a cat to our one cat household, and the two just keep staring at each other. One will walk by, and the other will meow. This gets repeated, about twenty times a day. I keep waiting for something to happen, for them to play (wait, do cats play?) or fight (I know they fight). But so far, nothing.