I’ve been trying to write all week in response to all the various crazy things floating about: Big Deals, Cold Calling Publishers, MLS-degree-worth-it-wars.  Unfortunately, I’ve also been battling off some very interesting virus or some such that’s made thinking in a straight line incredibly difficult. What little thinking I have managed has been work targeted–leaving me a wrung out washcloth by 5 p.m. and so in the evenings I’ve been doing an excellent impression of a couch pillow.

While I continue to get back to more thoughts, here are Gypsy and Pye to tide you over.



Gypsy examines a dot on the floor.



Pyewacket likes to ‘help’ with knitting, where help = lick.