As time went on, cat-nursing got harder and harder. Every day the patient was more animated, and therefore more determined not to swallow any more damn pills or to stay inside any longer. Unfortunately, in his determination to get out, he took to chewing at the cat/flap. I could stop him as long as I was home, but it meant I had to mostly stay inside.
I grabbed my chance to watch films I had somehow missed: Forrest Gump, Black Panther, Star Wars episodes 1-3, and Hannah Gadsby’s Douglas. I journaled a lot. I grabbed my chance to do some photography in the garden, where I found a very yellow bee and a very yellow spider. I came home on Tuesday evening.
Something nice happened on Twitter.
OK, it’s not new advice, but coming from a super-productive genius, that made me feel better.
I haven’t published everything new on Medium, but I have a couple of things in the works, and I’ve started actually writing the new novel, “Pinch Me,” although I’m not 100% sure these scenes will actually get used. To be honest, I’m doing it for fun.
I’m getting small signs of interest in possibly employing me as a guide over the autumn and winter, which is nice, and the book sales are trickling in again. It’s not a proper thaw, but I think the ice is cracking at long last.
