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.