I'm desperately trying to wrap up the first draft of a new novel and a round of edits on a nonfiction book on storytelling.
Both are due in my editors' hands shortly.
This makes it a lot less cute and a lot more annoying when Pluto sits beside my computer and starts swatting and grabbing my fingers for reasons I will never understand.
I've got enough standing in my way of the completion of these books already. The last thing I need is my cat bringing progress to a halt.
Still, he's cute. Huh?