Writing stuff: In addition my current novel, I've recently gone back to working on this history project that I started as a doctoral student at Michigan State. It's provisionally titled The Communist Cult of the Dead. I'm currently revising the section on the events surrounding the death of Nikita Khrushchev.
I'm currently working on the epilogue. There are some sections I have to go back and add text to, detail to, etc., but I think this novel is generally 'there'.
So far, it's about half the length of what my first novel ended up being; 250 pages instead of over 500. It could be that a more reasonable length might make it easier to sell to a publisher.
I tried some slacks and jeans on out of curiosity but I still haven't lost enough weight to comforably wear the slacks. And there was no way I could even get the jeans buttoned.
Justin meowed the whole time over to the vet, while Grady was silent. Carrying the cat carrier is hard because I put both of them in there together to help keep their anxiety down. Good thing Mom was there to hold doors open for me as I carried them all over the place.
The cats are healthy. Justin is a little heavier and Grady is a little lighter, but within healthy guidelines. I wasn't happy to be told Justin had chipped one of his fangs at the end.
It's weird because the people at this vet office are all very nice and treat my cats very kindly but it seems like my cats get increasingly stressed out with each yearly visit. Justin was pacing and meowing, while Grady was quiet and looked miserable. He hid in the sink and behind the containers on the counter. He even hissed at my mom when she tried to take him out of the carrier, which he never does. When Justin got home, he was wound up, walking around and meowing, which he only does when he's really upset. Grady bolted from the carrier and hid underneath my bed. In about an hour they were acting normally again, but it took a toll on them. Justin was sleeping on the couch, just totally exhausted by the stress of his ordeal.
I usually don't do New Year's Resolutions, but last year I wanted to finish this novel by the end of 2015. I came pretty close. I lost almost two weeks of December to the flu when I was so sick and out of it that I couldn't write.
I finally broke down and went to my novel file. To my surprise, I did indeed have a good time writing. I figured out a way to explain why a character had acted in a certain manner. Thank God because I had to have that character's action in a certain way. I also was able to introduce a new minor character in a way that made a lot more sense than previously.