I'm sorry you're backed up with reading...but I'm glad I get a chance to pay proper tribute to my writing partner, Merritt Kalb, the Queen of Cats.A rescue kitty, she's six months older than my son, the Imp, and they've had a mutual adoration society since we brought the baby home. Almost ten years later, Merritt still isn't sure what this strange looking kitten is, but she knows it belongs to her. Probably the best moment was when the two-year-old Imp discovered that letters make words and tried to teach the cat to read: "C-A-T -- CAT! -- That's YOU!"It didn't work, but that wasn't the point.She owns him, and us, and is very annoyed that she didn't get co-author credit on A FATAL FINALE.--Kathleen Marple Kalb
Got some organizing and sorting done too, which led to buying middle-grade non-fiction for research of course. God, I love this job.
I've also had time to develop some thoughts on novel structure that I hope will be useful down the road.
Having this extra time is great but I miss you guyz.