Lots of little developments about writing and life and the feral cat experiment, none long enough to merit an entire post. So here’s a rambling update about life right now.
Tomorrow, Lyn of Lazy Lady Life and I are hosting a bloggers’ brunch. If you’re a blogger in the New Orleans area, message me. We would love to have you join us. You don’t have to pay money or anything, but if you make killer muffins or mimosas, uh, we’re not going to say no to that. So far, a lot of awesome women are on board, including Mallory Whitfield, Juliet Meeks, Christy Lorio, Megan Braden Perry, Lianna Patch and Emilie Staat. (Dudes can come, too.)
On the writing front: Torquere/Prizm (the press that’s publishing my novel) has assigned me a new editor. Her name is Keren Reed, and she seems AWESOME. She has a freaking PhD in theoretical linguistics, and I feel her clean, succinct style is a very good match for my own. She’ll send me the first draft for review March 23. Also, I am proud to have two pieces in the April/May 2015 issue of BRIDES. One’s about getting hitched in NOLA (p. 326), and the other is a sidebar about dual-destination honeymoons (p. 316). Still can’t believe I have Conde Nast bylines.
This week has been hectic at Gambit. I keep a lot of plates spinning, and sometimes you don’t know when it’s too much until one of those plates falls. This week, I dropped a plate at work, which ended up setting things behind at the paper and adding to the stress of an already stressful week. The good news is it’s motherfucking PIZZA FRIDAY.
On the LASIK front: I’ve worn glasses for the last two weeks, because contacts can make your corneas swell up a little. In order to gauge whether I am a candidate for LASIK, my eye doctor needed to see my corneas in their natural, unswollen state. So he confirmed that I am indeed NOT a candidate for LASIK, due to my high myopia, thin corneas and big pupils. I definitely want to move forward with PRK; however, the recovery time is long. I’d need to take a week off work. So I just need to figure out when I could realistically do that and whether I can use sick days.
On the feral cat socialization project: Young Graymund has been with us for about four weeks. He’s become comfortable emerging from his lair, lounging on the rug, grooming, stretching and sleeping in front of us terrifying humans, but he still spends most of his time hidden. He still seems scared when we approach him. He has gotten a little fatter and developed a real fondness for his chow. I’ve never owned a cat before, but I am beginning to understand their charms. The only issue with Young Graymund is he won’t let us touch him. I don’t know if he’ll ever get to this point or how long it will take. Phase two of the socialization project is getting him to the vet for a checkup and spay/neuter, if need be.
Hope everything is well with you all. (This feels weirdly like a family newsletter or something.)