The cats are tired of waiting

[rolanni]

So, says Scrabble, you said Steve would be home today.

I said, says I, that he would be home this evening. It is still, by the clock, this evening.

I, says Scrabble, am being abused, neglected, ignored.

Fine, take it up with Steve when he gets home this evening. I'm the one who was here all weekend.

And a lot of good, says Scrabble, turning around three times in the co-pilot's chair and settling in for a well-deserved nap, you were.
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In other news, I've finished reading Fine Prey (thanks, sleary, and have now printed out a reading copy of Carousel Tides. Since there has been An Indication from the Nice Editor Lady that she'll be wanting some changes, I'd better refresh myself on the story, which I last read in November or December 2006. Between then and now, we've written *mumbles and counts on fingers* four? novels and a buncha short stories, so I'm understandably a little hazy on the details.

Comments

[trolleypup.livejournal.com]

So long as Scrabble doesn't go and eat sweet potatoes in retaliation, everything should be fine!

Lucifer is currently howling outside my door and intermittently body slamming it since I have only fed him once since I got home 45 minutes ago...

[jerusha.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, I'm not the only one who went there. (You left me alone with one human. One human is Not Enough!)

[mbarker.livejournal.com]

Write down what you think Carousel Tides is all about (seen dimly through the haze). Then you'll have that image to use after you get lost in the details.