from writing to felines
Enough of those odd little musings. Tonight's storms have done their damage and moved on, and we had nothing this time except a lot of wind and more rain. Even skittish Edmund slept through it, so it definitely was one of the weaker storms we've had this week.
I've been toying with the idea of giving myself a bit of a mini-vacation from posting here for a few days. I know that won't happen, though; the best way to guarantee that something entry-worthy will happen tomorrow is for me to definitively announce tonight that I want to take a few days off. So consider this an officially wishy-washy statement of saying something like this:"I really want to take a day or two off from this, really I do, I swear, but I know that by saying anything to you that I've totally jinxed things."
I got curious just now and ran some stats on April's entries. I knew that I'd been writing more consistently than I had in quite some time, and the statistics generally bear that out. A raw average (total words divided by total days) came out at around 540 words/day. A more accurate average (total words / actual days written) came in at around 640 words/day.
Seems like I've had something to say lately. Must be the stormy spring air.
I've been trying to figure out how best to buckle myself down into a writing schedule. I need to just set one and be done with it, but routines are notoriously difficult beasts to get established. 'Cat.net entries don't take nearly as long to write as they once did (the words seem to be stringing themselves together a lot more easily these days) and I'd be interested to see what I could come up with in a month of concerted effort.
Sadly enough, next week probably isn't going to be the week to start. Jeff is about to take a long-overdue (and well-earned) week of vacation, and I expect that my routine will be thoroughly topsy-turvy next week. Should be nice, though. I'd kidnap him for a day trip somewhere in the new car, but it's rather difficult to kidnap your spouse when you've announced your intentions on your website (which, naturally, he reads).
Nah. No kidnapping. Perhaps I'll just force him to sleep in every day and then hand him the Buffy tapes (season 2) whenever he rolls out of bed.
Realistically, Tenzing will still wake him up in the dark hours of the morning, and Jeff will watch the episodes when he gets around to it.
With that, I fear I've exhausted all the domesticat news that's fit for print (and, admittedly, a bit that isn't). I have a cat that's clamoring for attention, and another one that wouldn't mind if he got his head scratched a bit, so perhaps I should shift my attention from writing to felines.
If we don't encounter each other again before then, have a lovely weekend!