Okay, I really don’t have very much to write about today.
After getting Boingled, though, my hit rate was sky high, and it’s drying up faster than a dead dog on a Texas highway. I just can’t stand to see all those readers slip away. So I’ll use the time-tested strategy of so many regular blogs, and tell you random crap about my week:
Random Thing 1: Today I wrote almost 2,000 words of Specials (Book 3 of Uglies). That’s an excellent day’s work, which is what I’ll have to manage from now until September 12, when it’s due. I think they were good words, but I never know until the next day. Plus, there will need to be an action scene soon. Or perhaps a hoverboard chase.
Random Thing 2: On September 13, Justine and I are headed to Mexico for a month. It’s a writing holiday for her to start on the third Magic or Madness book and me on a possible sequel to Peeps. I can’t wait to show you pictures of San Miguel.
Random Thing 3: The night before last we went to a party hosted by our friend Lauren Cerand, and the blogtastic Maud Newton was in attandence. It was tons of fun, although yesterday was spent with bodacious hangover.
Okay, that’s enough of this. Next time, a real post. But first, since we’re being a regular blog today, a cat picture:
This is Millhouse, who came with an apartment we borrowed in Buenos Aires. He is named after the Simpsons character, and made us love him with his quiet wisdom and impeccable comic timing.
That is so lame, Scott! Scrounging for hits by posting a year-old picture of a cat. For shame!
(Though I’ll admit Millhouse is a most excellent cat.)
Lamer than commenting on your own husband’s blog while he’s sitting only meters away? I think not.
I have headphones on. I can’t talk to you if I have headphones on.
You clearly do not understand the nature of headphones. You can in fact talk to me, I just can’t talk to you.
Maaate, with my ears full of Billie Holliday I can not talk to anyone, not even you.
That is, by far, one of the funniest exchanges I have ever read that occurred between two people sitting only meters away!
Oh man I’m jealous, that’s one lovely looking puddy cat.
Shameless cat plug award goes to Westerfeld. And stop bickering, you two!
hey justine. if he was trawling for hits, he would have captioned the photo ‘see nude p*ssy’. instead, discretion. quite admirable, really.
You guys are the funniest couple
just mho, but actually that p*ssy looks more hairy than nude, dontcha think? 😀