The cat referred to here is Lina, otherwise known as Kali Javelina Shitbird.

Went up to 100 degrees yesterday, about 7:00 pm, then cooled off quickly as the sun went behind the trees and set.  I won’t go into all the insane things going on with working on the house here — even a writer can’t ignore her tent forever.

The sunlight, reporting, house-fix-up, animals, summer guests… they all have me distracted. There’s no use fighting it.  This winter will be long months of rain, the best kind of writing weather.  Next spring, of course, we’ll tear into the house again, and catch up on the rest of the jobs; it just has to be done if you’re a grownup, even if you are an author.

I’m working on laying out all the old Stinz stories into a newly-numbered SINGLE series with Indyplanet.com.  Once it’s all done, I can get back to writing.  I’m up to issue 8 (not the old numbers, remember), and it’s working along rather nicely.  For once Stinz, with its sloppy publishing history, will be something to be easily followed in one volume.