Last week I finished up epilogue-ing THE UNDERGROUND EMPIRE OF JOSEPH WUNDERKIND and I’d totally give you a sample here except for the fact that it would be the ultimate in spoilers. Instead, I give you kittens.
There, now that you have kittens, don’t you feel better? I know I do. Or at least I would if I had actually given them to you.
See, right now Megan and I have three kittens in the house (plus Jeoffrey who, as usual when other people are over, sulks most of the time under the futon) and they have taken over our life. Oh, they didn’t mean to. It’s just part of their kittenish nature to demand to be fed at all hours of the day and to poop on themselves and require physical cleaning and to cry out wildly and constantly when they want attention without regard to others’ need for sleep and oh my lord it was hard enough fostering one kitten in the past and though three is not quite three times the work it is close enough. GAH!
Good thing that my epilogue is finished. Good thing that I don’t have a job that’s overly demanding of my time (except for writing itself, which demands all of my time and DEMANDS that I make more time. Feed me, Seymour!). Good thing that I don’t have any writing deadlines at the moment (though they are fast approaching). Good thing that Megan isn’t full-time in school yet and that we can trade off kitten-mothering duties. Good thing that I just started sending out JOSEPH WUNDERKIND to agents so that the kittens can distract me from my endless anxiety re: the querying process. I tell you, kittens are a good, good, good, good, good thing.
In other non-kittenish news (as if that’s even important right now, as I know you just want to hear more about kittens, Kittens, KITTENS!) I’m thinking about starting a new novel. Or, to be more precise, an idea that has long lingered in my brain was brought back to the fore by Ideas That Attack While Trying To Go To Sleep. The old idea was for a story about a ship of kids being sent to Pluto for some scientific purpose (research). The new idea is the same except that I have an opening few paragraphs and a main character (a girl named Maxwell). Why kids, you ask, instead of astronauts, you ask?
(No, I didn’t. -ed.)
The world scientific establishment is sending kids because the trip to Pluto takes so long that most actual astronauts would be too old by the time they reached the planetoid. Kids would be in their prime. At least that’s the theory. And, yes, I admit I need to do more research. (And the kids aren’t on their own, there are teachers and robots and computers and that makes everything okay, right?)
The kitten says, Yes, yes it does make everything okay.
Now FEED me.
(p.s. if you want any of these kittens, and live in the Houston area, please let me know.)