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My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
Okay, do you ever read a post/comment that is so grammatically/logically obtuse that it doesn't make sense? You don't even know if you disagree with the point being made because you can't figure out what that is.
The person copy-editing my book just asked how I worked out the math of how many minutes are in six months. She had done up three different formulas with 28-31 days averaged out and couldn’t get the same number as me. I told her I took the number from Seasons of Love and divided it in two.
It's always risky killing off a character but if you have to, you must have them HAUNT the narrative. Let their death and absence be constantly felt at some level.
OH! I thought this was just "Every animal in my country is the scariest version of that animal and is a carefully honed death creature. Do you think I have time to worry about whether or not I might get rabies from a fluffy kitty? I'm fortifying my house against cassowaries as I type this."
But there's no rabies in Australia.
I realize Diesel is not your cat and you have zero obligation to pay for his care, but I wonder if you should take him to the vet at some point, if only for your own safety. If his owners can’t bother to feed him, they might not be bothering to keep his rabies shots up to date, either.
I am, like, a long running proponent of the "eat something and you'll feel better" crowd and am often one of the first people to suggest "maybe it's time for a snack before I get whipped into a frenzy" but I really do resent how instantaneous it is. like it'll feel like I'm having my worst day in months and then I'll start eating and literally before I even finish I'm like oh yeah the world is beautiful
As a teenager with a chronic illness and multiple neurodivergencies, your books meant so much to me and made me feel seen. I had both my parents read TFIOS, and while both enjoyed it, my dad and I particularly bonded over it. He ended up reading the rest of your books with me (Katherines was a particular favorite of his, as a numbers guy who likes trying to solve problems). We read Turtles as soon as it came out, and I sobbed at finally seeing my thought spirals put to paper. Thank you for everything, it's good to see you around.
People on this site often express sympathy for me because some 16-year-old anarchomarxists were mean to me in 2015, but I want to be very clear about something: I have a great job. I love my job. I am so, so grateful to have my books read so generously by people like you and your family, possiblyelven. Thanks for giving me and my work a seat at the table in those big, difficult years. It's good to see you around, too.
tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse