It’s December. Soon, this blog will enter its third year of existence. Wow. No idea how much content I’ll produce next year, I have a feeling it could be even less than 2015…
But let’s not think about this right now. This year has still four weeks or so left to go, so there’s still time for me to write.
So, without further ado, here’s another installment of the story of Eliot, the not so magical cat, and his life and relationship issues.
I know, I know – it’s been waaaay too long. Oh, well. There was work. And then there was other work. Then there was life. And then there was history. And all those things that keep you from writing, like discovering that Supernatural is actually a really, really good series.
But I’m digressing. NaNoWriMo is almost over and of course I didn’t participate (although I have managed to make a few edits in a manuscript that has been lying around for some time), so I’m already feeling bad for not writing enough these days. Shame on me.
To make up for it: more about Eliot, demon hunters and cats that can cook.
What’s the good thing about OS updates? You discover unfinished work! (though not as in “paid work”, luckily) Also, you get the opportunity to throw out all the old files you kept for nostalgia reasons, and to erase all those old Firefox bookmarks that you can’t even remember why you made them in the first place. In the world of computers, it’s autumn, rather than spring cleaning (or summer, if you need to be the first with everything).
Anyway, today’s story is part II of Eliot’s adventure (?) from last week. Because cats are adorable. And surprisingly hard to write about. (and I have an idea where this story migh be going)