Green as can be.

Hikaru and I are looking into adopting an adult cat from the local no-kill shelter; the more cats they find homes for, the more room they have to take animals from the kill shelters so they won’t be euthanized. There are three that are just luring us like you wouldn’t believe, but we can only have one. We could probably handle four in-home cats, but it wouldn’t be fair to Chathra (who has an appointment to get shaved again Monday, poor thing). He’s skittish enough without dumping three adult cats on him. We’ll have to be careful about socializing him to one. The one to the right is Lora; we probably won’t adopt her, but I want to. I just want to take her home and feed her until the skinny little thing just about pops, then cuddle her to sleep.

There are days when I wish I wasn’t human, so I wouldn’t feel jealousy. I’m happy to see other writers succeeding, and I can only hold on to the hope that if I keep trying and keep improving, I’ll get there one day. I’ll have the same experience they’re having. At the same time, though, an ugly side of me is jealous. Well, no…not jealous. Jealousy would mean I don’t want them to have those wonderful experiences, and I do. I just want to have them, too. So maybe “envious” is a better word. I want to share that success with them, not take it away from them. I suppose jealousy and envy are natural things to feel, but frankly I don’t like being that petty and strive not to be.

I know, that may seem hypocritical after this post. It’s not, I promise. I’m still being hopeful and positive. My pink kittens are emitting a great deal of sunshine from their nether regions, enough to give me sunburn. It’s a long road, and without hope and determination I’ll never get where I want to be. Sometimes I’m just a little envious of those who are already there. I think my pink kittens may be napping during those spells.

One day. Just have to be patient, keep trying, and keep writing the best stories I can. (Well, that and remember professionalism, etc. Writing is a luxury; publishing is a business, and you’ll never get anywhere if you aren’t polite, professional, and attentive to the requirements of the various people you hope to work with. No matter if it’s your dream, it’s also a job and should be treated that way.)

We’re almost done moving, and perhaps when we’re settled down I’ll be able to get back on a daily writing routine. I peck out a little on Shadow’s Voice now and then, but I probably shouldn’t push much on that until I find out if Shadow’s Breath will even sell. No point writing a sequel unless the first book works out. There are two others ideas I’m percolating on, Frost and Vagrant; once I get some free time I’ll have to take a stab at both and see which one grabs me. I go through so many story ideas it’s ridiculous, but then they aren’t all viable. Sometimes I have to play with them a little to see if they’re really worth writing.

Bah. I have to go finish work, then finish packing. This post has been brought to you by the letter P and the word Procrastination.