I was lounging on the couch today and I glanced over at the red leatherette hassock (it's an heirloom, okay?), where my manuscript was lying open, mocking me. The light filtered lazily in through the window and hit everything just right.
Perfectly highlighting the fang marks on the corner of the hassock.
The fang marks, I should add, exactly match the fang scars on my leg. I looked over the hassock a little more carefully and found four more sets of fang marks. By "marks" I actually mean "holes that go all the way to the cushy filling."
There's no telling when he viciously bit the hassock, though I suspect the fang marks on the corner were fresh. It's a good thing the hassock doesn't bleed or need antibiotics. Or have a lawyer.
Sparky has seemed much calmer since I put him on the psychoactive meds, but still. I'm glad I'm not a piece of furniture.
And about that MS! That's what my little red pen and I have been working on instead of blogging. I'm mostly copyediting and tightening up the writing to eliminate the verbosity which is a direct result of NaNoWriMo. Thanks to the 1700 words/day requirement I ended up using way more words than necessary. This was a good thing when I pulled out nifty words that I didn't know were there, but not so good when I just used too many words. Still, crossing things out with the red pen is easier than writing them in. Another thing I'm finding is that, thanks to plenty of preliminary plot obsession, I'm not having to do much revision. I will have to do some infill writing, however, to improve my villains.
Enough. I need to go cross out some words.
295 words | September 12, 2006 10:03 PM | Felis Major