Monday, March 7, 2011

Gratuitous Pet Pix

One more week on the rewrite. I wouldn't say that it's been harder than I expected, more like it's been more mentally discomfiting.  Picking at threads gives you a weird fractured perspective, and right now the whole thing has taken on the aspect of an Escher drawing. But I will trudge onward.
Until I can write something coherent again, critters.

When Pete is not sleeping or reminding you that his food bowl is empty, he is imparting helpful zombie-killing tips to kid #4.

Often Pete unfolds himself in a multidimensional space outside our space/time continuum so that he can occupy the maximum space on the bed.

Since I am currently chained to my desk and unable to attend any "fun activities," I missed the Krewe of Barkus dog parade in the French Quarter. But the boys got to go and take Wilson. Here he is with their Aunt Lisa, in a rare moment where he has stopped wiggling enough to be photographed.

1 comment:

  1. I find that proofreading can seriously distort my perception of my own writing. I stop being able to read it as a story and can only view it in analytical terms.

    That is all I can say, because my weekend was brain-exploding and it doesn't seem to have stopped. Things I never expected to happen are coming out of the woodwork.