Here’s a little window into how the final two episodes are progressing.
I had to decide between two options on a story point. It’s not a make-or-break decision or anything, and I’m kind of brain fried from day-job, so I said hey, I’ll just flip a coin and let the universe decide.
So there’s a dime sitting on an end table. I flip it into the air.
It lands in my hair.
Slides off my head into a blanket on the couch.
Dime… is… gone. Can’t find it.
Daughter is laughing so hard she takes pity on me and makes Google flip a coin.
Continuing on with the Silver cats theme, here’s another one.
Yes, you read that correctly. The cat’s name is actually Booger. He and his sister (who will be coming up soon) are both eight years old. They’re littermates rescued from my mother- & father-in-law’s woodpile. Both cats had distemper when Mr. Silver brought them home. Believe me when I say the name “Booger” was well earned by the time I’d nursed these wooly mammoths through their illness.
These two cats are ENORMOUS. They both ballooned after they were spayed/neutered. Booger, though, is just plain loooooong. Here I’m trying to show the scale of this guy:
Right now he’s 24 lbs. When he sits on you—which he will insist upon whether you’re willing or ready or not—you know you’ve been sat on.
He’s actually slimmed down a lot with some dietary changes and exercise. When I say exercise, I mean “forcing him to go outside, which he despises, and will only roll in the dirt and race immediately back into the house the moment some traitorous human opens the door”. I had to bring one of said traitorous humans outside with us to get these photos. This cat will NOT look at the camera if he’s inside. So imagine us chasing after this turkey as he waddled from one door to the next trying to find a way back inside. Thank God for Mr. Silver’s tragically neglected wild-patch—AKA Booger’s salad bar—or I would never have scored a pic of the little turd’s face.
With all that said, anyone who has ever visited our house agrees: this is the sweetest animal ever born. He loves everyone. He purrs like a misfiring 350 small-block engine. When he’s in your lap, he’ll reach up to boop your face if you’re not looking at him. Beware, though, of his mouth-kissing and eyebrow-biting habits. He’s a tom cat, you know? Lazy, adorable and a total Dom when it comes to giving affection.
In every other way he is an absolute dunderhead. Whom I love just a little.
The last post sparked two email conversations about cats. Y’all know the Silver clan has just-shy of too many cats. So I said hey, let’s do a “Meet The Cats” segment.
Here’s the first feline stationary long enough this morning to photograph: This is Beezer. She’s five. She came to us as a stray, and life has never been the same since. Many of you will be familiar with the type—will look you dead in the eye while knocking shit off your desk, but will also come hide in your lap because reasons. Also known as the informer child of the cat crew. If Wilson (the dog) has gone out but wants back in, this cat will yell her head off until one of the human staff opens the door.
She is also the family murder machine. Pretty sure other of our cats would allow mice and bugs to march straight across their eyeballs. Not this one. She is the killer queen. Or just the queen, period.
Celebrating a new release with…. wait for it…
an ear infection!
Because apparently, I’m three years old.
Okay, now that the self-pity is out of the way, let’s do some algorithm management. (AKA shameless begging)
Please take a moment to review a title today. The cat demands it.
Amazon US is live!
Kobo is also live.
Barnes & Noble is still processing.
Have a great day!
All complimentary contest-win episodes have been sent out. Check your Kindles or your inboxes.
If you did not receive your season-pass copies and you think your Kindle email might have changed, please email me as soon as possible so I can re-send.
(That said, I will be gone much of tomorrow in meetings. That’s why I’m rushing to get all this sent out tonight; I’m not sure how much I’ll be around to take care of y’all.)
Most retailers take a while. I will check again in the morning and do a release day post once we’ve got some actual links to share.
Okay, so, remember in the last post how I said, “if everything goes as planned”?
Yeah. Not so much. Day-job has some issues with personal space.
I was going to hurry and try to upload tonight, but this episode just isn’t ready yet. I’m shooting for very, very late Thursday night or Friday afternoon. That way, at least we’ll have Overcome up for the weekend.
I’m sorry it couldn’t be sooner, but I’d rather take the time to do all the usual polish passes instead of skimping.
To make up for it, here’s the excerpt a couple days early.
See you this weekend!
Sorry about that last deleted post. I’m trying to clean up some stuff on the website, and sometimes I forget that I have no heckin’ idea what I’m doing.
Episode 15 is out with the beta team. If everything goes to plan*, we’ll have a new release within the next week or two.
Here’s the episode description:
Episode 15: In high demand as a performer and stalking expert, Sophie navigates a busy, pleasure-packed week at Fantasy Heights. Unexpected visitors shake things up between Sophie and Ben. Thomas, meanwhile, turns his creative problem-solving skills onto a personal problem.
Here’s what I bought myself as a treat for finishing the episode. Good stuff.
Otherwise, I have a terribly exciting day planned, including laundry, kitchen cleaning, watching all three Star Trek movies just because I can, and also working on something new and fun for the email subscribers. That’s a super hush-hush secret I’m not supposed to talk about. So subtle.
*Why do I say that shit out loud? It’s like I’m just asking for it, right?