Wednesday's Writing Update: A winner, a new kitten, an award, and more!

 

Happy Wednesday!

A lot has gone on lately, so I hope I don't forget anything.

First things first, the winner of Rachelle Ayala's Michal's Window is:

Christine Rains!

Congrats, Christine! I'll contact you shortly to see what e-format you want Michal's Window in.

The Sunday before last, we went to my co-worker's sister's house and picked up my sister's new kitten. She's an adorable gray ball of fluff we named Juliette, or Jules, and is around six weeks old. I tried taking a good picture of her, but she's in that run-and-play stage.

Thank you to everyone who has downloaded a copy of A to Z Flashes of Foxwick at Amazon. My little flash fiction collection has kept great company, even being beside Tolkien's Lord of the Rings at one point.

 

I'm still editing, proofreading, and formatting Women of Foxwick. I hope to upload it on Amazon, Smashwords, and Nook on Friday to make certain it's ready for the release date of Tuesday, June 26th.

I've also started writing Pull of Gravity, the third and last book in the Gravity trilogy. I'm really enjoying writing it so far, and I believe it'll be longer than the first two (around 20,000 than 15,000 words).

Also, Medeia Sharif and Precy Larkins awarded me The Booker Award last week. Thank you, Medeia and Precy!

 

This award is for book bloggers only. To receive this award the blog must be at least 50% about books (reading or writing is okay).

Along with receiving this award, you must also share your top five favorite books you have ever read. (More than five is okay.) You must give this award to 5-10 other lucky book blogs you adore.

Here are my five favorite books (aka mainly series). I have more, but these are the first five that popped into my head.

1. Harry Potter series by JK Rowling

2. Across the Universe series by Beth Revis

3. Become by Ali Cross

4. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

5. Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Now, I'm supposed to award 5-10 bloggers for this award, but I'm so bad at choosing people, so if you tell me your favorite book in the comments, then you can have the award too.

Before I forget, I also updated my author website and my self-publishing company's website.

Well, I'm back to writing and editing. What have you been up to?

Oh, baby!

On Sunday evening when I was supposed to be working on my second edits for "Once Upon a December Nightmare," my parents came in from a walk and told me about a little kitten they came across. They spoke with our neighbors. The kitten didn't belong to them, and we were free to have him, if we wanted him, but it might be best to just leave him with his momma. The thing was that his mother didn't heed his cries. She was no where to be found, and it was unlikely she would come back since he was the last of his littermates after a terrible accident killed them all.

So, I did what I had to do. I woke my sister up, which is a horrible thing to do. I kept poking her, telling her to come see the kitten with me. She told me, "Ew! That's disgusting!" I tried again and again, and she finally woke up enough to understand what I wanted.

We trekked up to our neighbors' driveway, calling "Kitten, kitten! Where are you?"

Then, we heard a plaintive cry and saw a little baby striped kitten. He was so excited to see us and ran toward us as fast as his little legs would take him through the grass. I scooped him up, noticing how he smelled of motor oil, and he promptly bit my finger, searching for food. He was as light as air, and my sister and I instantly fell in love with the little fellow.

So, we took him home with us.

At first, we thought that he was no more than three weeks old, but after almost two days with us, he appears much older, probably between four-five weeks. He's getting a chubby little belly and feels heavy in your hand. His singed fur is slowly growing back. He has no injuries, appears completely healthy despite being a little underweight at first. He's using the bathroom all his own, and he enjoys eating the wet kitten food and kitten baby milk I bought him. He's just the cutest little kitty.

He likes to get me up in the middle of the night to eat, but it's not too bad. There shouldn't be many more nights of it. Our other cats don't seem to care much for him, but they'll learn to accept him. I hope.

We tried a variety of names on him, and now we are calling him Romeo. Our little Romeo. He's definitely a sweetheart, which is surprising since we're his first human contact, and I hope he'll stay sweet.

Now, I know you are all dying to see pictures, so here they are. Meet Romeo: