Kitty, Wild Gears, Rejection

First a video of my kitty playing!  She’s rather subdued when she reaches the end of her “running around” phase of playing.  When she moves into her “rolling around” phase, I really enjoy playing with her and her mouse toy this way.  Cutest!

Next up is some art my mom made with Aaron’s Wild Gears!  Holy smokes she’s been crankin’ ’em out.

Here’s a link to the full album.

My favourite piece of hers:

Intricate!


Photo of his newly-opened gear sheet, by Scott Bleackley:

And in writing news, I’m hearing back from literary agents.  The consensus is very positive- I’m getting a lot of “Great idea!” type comments, but so far all of them don’t feel like they’re the right agent to champion my manuscript.  *crosses fingers*  One of them has got to be the one.  I’ll keep looking.  I submit to really cool people, and it’s sometimes hard to tell if they’ll be into what I got goin’ on, but I’ve got to get it right one of these times!

Tonight: Ink Club!  I’ll spend the night researching several more literary agents I’d like to submit to.

This involves reading interviews they’ve done, looking up what people on Absolute Write Water Cooler have to say about them, and looking up their past sales.  It takes time, but it lets me know if I think they’d be a match for me and my work.

I’ll keep you posted, of course.  Thanks so much for stopping by!

Heidi out.

Cat Nicknames Level Up

When I got my cat, I called her many things.  Sometimes I even called her by her actual name, but mostly not.

I’ve decided to document this interesting, and ongoing, change in nicknames for my cat.  This will possibly lower your opinion of my intelligence.  Well, to this, as with many situations in life, there is an XKCD.

XKCD on Cat Proximity.

I also should mention my attitude towards names.

In lore, names are an extremely powerful thing.  Lots of magic has to do with knowing the True Name of someone, or some thing.  The Name of the Wind, Rumpelstiltskin, The Hobbit, The Dresden Files; the list goes on and on.  I employed this interesting trope in my second novel, Trook Hunters, and was excited at the results it yielded.

More on True Names on Wikipedia here.

So, over the years, I’ve practiced up on learning the True Names of things.  Seems silly, but I have an astonishing rate of being able to call the neighbourhood cats to me.  It’s very rare that cats are actually named their true name, but I’ve found at least one case of this being true.  With all the others, I pick a name and try it out, and keep on trying until I say one the cat likes.  Silly, I know, but hey, it works.

The cats in my neighbourhood are named: Brickhouse, Shy One, Handsome (RIP), Tiramisu (Aaron named that one), Grey Cat (not actually his true name, I’m still trying to find that one- Grey Cat is the one he responds to most- he’s still pretty ferral), Houdini (actual name), Sofie (that’s her actual name; I can’t figure out her True Name though, she responds to anything, is super affectionate), and Nice Cat.  I’m still trying to broach several strays near my new apartment; the man downstairs feeds them, but they are feral and scared, and hard to observe.

I like naming things.  When writing, I spend an inordinate amount of time on names.

So, with all that in mind, I give you the evolution of cat nicknames for my cat.

Cat: Echo

Nicknames, in the order in which they were coined and used:

Roo

Brew

Brew Bean

Big Roo

Big Strange Roo

Roo Bean

Smittens

Cat Butt

Big Cat Butt

Cute Boot

Muffin

Muffin Bean

Muffin Butt

Fluffin

Fluffin Butt

…And this week, I levelled up: a four syllable cat nickname.

Dunder Mufflin.

(I’ve been getting into “The Office”.)

So, that’s it so far.  We’ve had her for one year.

No doubt there will be more.
Bonus pic.

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.