You Know That Little Voice That Whispers In Your Ear....

...for Pete, it's a tiny, angry red dinosaur.

The Mighty Pete Performs Sleep-Fu

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm going to burn this manuscript, I swear. I've leapt over the writer's block and run headlong into rewriter's block. I've fallen into the narrative hole on page 380 and I can't get up.  In the meantime, Pete and I are going to rework a classic: instead of The Man In the Iron Mask, it will be The Cat in the Plastic Laundry Basket.

And for your daily dose of cute, the small child shows that "anime face" can attack at any time.

He can also do a killer Buddy Hackett impression. Or Lou Costello. He's versatile.

Pete Explains How to Buy My Books

First of all, realize that you are bored.

You need entertainment! Wherever will you look? Your usual pastimes just don't bring that joie de vivre.

Transport yourself to the Interwebs and go to Amazon, where you will find Darker By Degree and Director's Cut.  While you're there you can "like" it, download a sample, or take the plunge, and for less than a Starbuck's latte enjoy a thrilling adventure.

And don't worry, even if you don't have a Kindle, you can download the Kindle App for PC or Smartphone free and in no time you'll be knee-deep in adventure!  Then tonight, you can sleep well, knowing you've made the world a happier place.

What Your Pets Do When You're Not Looking

Next time you yell at the dog for barking, make sure the cat's not just trying to get him trouble.

This is Why I Can't Get Anything Done

Dogs and Cats Living Together!

Usually there's a strict no touching rule in play between the canines and the felines (save for Pete's signature pounce/swat/run), but since Wilson was in a snit from a traumatic trip to the bathtub and Pete was displaced by a laundry-folding operation, they happened to end up in the same quadrant of the bed. I'll use this for blackmail later.

In other news, the spymobile is home early, which is surprising because in order to install a new clutch in a Volkswagen you have to completely dismantle the vehicle into each single component piece, do a ritual dance handed down from the Visigoths, and sacrifice a two-headed chicken before reassembling the car. There must have been a sale on two-headed chickens. Coming back from New Orleans I only got lost once, due in part to my non-existent navigational abilities and due in part to the fact that the footprint of New Orleans was laid out by absinthe-addled pirates. Now the spymobile just has to last four more years to break even on repairs.

I am slacking on my rewriting/proofreading, because I am a terrible person. I should be sent away, preferably to some nice quiet place far, far from screaming children and barking dogs, where I can properly meditate on my shortcomings. Probably won't happen, so tonight I will set up the wall of Coke Zero cans and sharpen my virtual red pencil for the virtual bloodbath.