The King part:
Solaris are doing a ‘Start a Series’ promotion, selling the first book (e-book) for 99c this weekend. They’ve selected The King’s Bastard from King Rolen’s Kin series. (You can find it here).
The Cat part:
I don’t want to get into the great debate about the difference between cat people and dog people. We’ve always had cats but our daughter has bought a Pug. He’s actually a Jack Russel crossed with a Pug so he’s a Jug, (a rescue dog 13 mths old).
Of course, he thought the cats were put in the house for his entertainment and they weren’t impressed. It was not that he wanted to hurt them, he just wanted to play but the cats didn’t understand. So they are now outside cats (with a very comfortable insulated shed to sleep in) and Manny the Jug is now an inside dog. Here he is at the dog park with our eldest daughter.
Manny the Jug at the Dog Park
No more sleeping in my desk drawer, little black cat.
No more getting in the way as I type, Sassy cat.
Colour coordinated cat
I came into my study to work this morning and found Sassy cat had claimed my desk.
Here she is, sleeping on my notes. This is where I keep my maps, family trees, time lines and list of alliances. So of course that is where she sleeps. She’s keeping company with the two little cat sculptures that sleep on my desk to hold business cards in place. (Thanks Leanne, this is where they ended up!). And she does go well with the colour scheme, even down to my current desktop theme which is castles of Europe. I use the desk top themes to help me get in the right mood to write about the world of King Rolen’s Kin, with thrones and lives at stake. (It’s pretty hard to think strategic battles and cloaks flying in the wind when it’s 38 degrees with 90% humidity).
So, seeing Sassy cat was happy, I went off to yoga and when I came back she had moved on and I could get to work. I do sometimes work with her beside me. She puts up with me sliding pages out from under her and I put up with sneezing because, wouldn’t you know it, I’m allergic to cats. For several years every time one of my daughters left home and moved into a flat she got a kitten, then she’d move back home with the cat, then she’d moves out and leave the cat with me.
Back to writing…