Helping

So I worked it out and I need to add about 25,000 words to this book to finish the draft. I have roughly two weeks to do so. That's not impossibly fast, but it does mean I need to sit my butt in the chair and consistently write about 1700 words every day.

The tuxedos are helping.

(It's kind of a terrible picture, but there are four black & white kittens on my legs. I was stuck.)

Their names are:

Kittyenne Westwood

Giorgio Furmani

Steve Meow-Queen

Gianni Purrsace

In searching the internet for names of designers, I have successfully screwed with the advertising algorithms and now am being almost exclusively shown pictures of tuxedos (the kind you wear, not the kittens). I call that a win.

Have I reached my 1700 word goal today?

Yes.

Other exciting plans for the evening

• Grocery shopping
• Cleaning the bathroom now that the Squashes kittens are no longer in residence. At some point the tuxedos will learn how to jump out of their playpen, and they'll have to move from the office to the bathroom, but they're not close to that point yet. (I think.)