Interview with Scott Lynch, and while I’m at it, Fantasybookspot has an archive full of fascinating conversations with fantasy and sci-fi authors, all of which threatens to eat up far too much of my time.
Revisions are still chugging along. I’m writing another story concurrently, which I hope isn’t messing me up too much. I also just found one of the cats in the bathroom playing with a rather large mouse. The mouse was still alive and seemingly uninjured, so I bundled it up in a jar and took it outside.
And yes, I know the cats are there to control the mice, and that any mouse stupid enough to venture into a house filled with five cats probably deserves what it gets. On the other hand, finding a chewed-off tail sitting all lonely on my pillow or stepping into a pile of mouse guts on the kitchen floor is not my idea of a good time.
I am, however, reminded of some lyrics that are on one of my favorite rubber stamps (imagine a cat, if you will, playing a guitar):
Love to eat them mousies!
Mousies what I love to eat!
Bite they little heads off,
Nibble on they tiny feet!
Oh yeah, baby. Sing them blues.