I’ve just realized how often my brood of animals get in the way of every day life.
My soon-to-be-published novel has themes of divination, so I thought I’d better learn all I can about tarot. And I have! It’d be a hell of a lot easier without Lux staring up at me, though.
Ever tried to assemble those pain in the ass Ikea wall boxes? I had a supervisor, because obviously I can’t redecorate without Lumen’s help.
Those early-morning writing sessions of mine? This is what I find staring at me any time I happen to look up. Dexter takes his job very seriously.
no talking, just stalking. (I watch too much Jersey Shore.)