Life: Editing, Cats, Art, and More Cats — the Usual.

Ever notice how any word, if you look at it enough, starts to look like nonsense? Well, after looking at the word house a few hundred times (and having to determine each time if it’s supposed to be capitalized in that context), I’ve realized that it doesn’t look like a word at all anymore.

I’ve been editing, y’see. On page 207/274 right now. (Here begin the Misadventures of Geoffrey Meeks in the Black Realms. 🙂 The author had big fun turning an old trope on its head with this part of the story — you’ll see when you read the book.) I’m taking things slowly (“The word is slowly — it’s an adverb.”) so as to avoid burnout, but I will certainly be finished with this manuscript soon.

Also, this has been in my brain for a few days, and now I’m sharing it with you so I won’t be the only one “hearing” it:

[to the tune of/patterned after “Nights in White Satin” by the Moody Blues]

Cats in black satinAlways sprawled on your bedJust when you fall asleepThey will jump on your headWhile meowingAnd meowingOh, such meowing

This bit of warped/cat-themed lyrics brought to you by Grace remarking that Tristan, Hugo, and Wendy have fur that looks like satin (very smooth and glossy). They’re “narrow cats” — part Siamese or something similar — so they’re really, really vocal at times.

Speaking of cats… A few weeks ago, Paul mentioned wanting to attend that sci-fi convention in Albuquerque again, so of course Grace is again thinking about that huge art project she wanted to finish and enter in the art show at this convention. She doesn’t care about any other sci-fi conventions, as far as this art project is concerned. It’s just that at this one, she knows there will be a few people familiar with the, ah, source material for the idea. The art project itself has to do with anthropomorphic cat dolls fabric sculptures dressed as characters from one of her favorite series of novels. (She got stalled on this project for a long time because she was having trouble with the heads for the dolls fabric sculptures, but Paul has offered to make a new pattern — how appropriate.) And apparently I’ve been drafted to help make armor for one of these dolls fabric sculpture anthropomorphic cats, which means at some point I’ll be cutting out hundreds of tiny plastic scales and attaching them to a textile base… Probably making a few little plastic swords, too, and an axe, and who knows what else.


About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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