Category Archives: Fractured

Today was the first day of my five-day blog tour for Fractured.

Visit Steph Su Reads for my guest blog post on how Fractured developed from an idea into a book (and how that book got published), and check out my post at Word bookstore about which fairytale heroine I think would adapt best to today’s world.

Tomorrow: Reviews and interviews at Word of Mouse Book Reviews and Bella’s Bookshelves! Stop by and say hi!

And here’s another cute cat picture. Just because.

Today I wrote over 4,500 words… but not for my NaNoWriMo project. (Don’t even check my progress over there. It’s embarrassing.) Nope, I was busy answering interview questions and writing guest posts for my blog tour, which starts on Monday! From Nov. 15-19, I’ll be featured on ten different blogs, so please drop by! Don’t let all my words go to waste! (Click here for the schedule.)

Now, to change things up a little, let me tell you a story about a cat. First, some background: I am a dog person. I am such a dog person, in fact, that when I first began dating my partner, I was quite concerned when I found out he was a cat person. “Does this mean I’ll end up with cats instead of dogs?” I worried. But I made him promise we’d get a cat and a dog one day, and left it at that.

Now we share an apartment, and a week ago we started cat-sitting for one of his friends. There is now white cat fur spread all over the sofa, and tufts of it coating the floor. We have learned the hard way that this kitty needs a very clean litterbox or she’ll poop on the floor instead, and that if she eats too fast or has a hairball or is homesick, she’ll puke.

But I have also learned that not all cats are aloof, violent jerks. This one, in fact, is actually quite lovely. She runs to greet me when I come home (like a dog!), comes up to me demanding that I scratch her head (like a dog!), and lies next to me on the couch for hours (like a dog!). All that and I don’t even need to take her for walks. Let’s just say that by Day Two of cat-sitting, I was checking out kittens on the Toronto Cat Rescue website. Had I really been converted to the Dark Side so quickly?

Today, she elevated her cuteness attacks by rubbing herself all over my shoes. Photographic evidence:

Clearly, I don’t stand a chance. I always knew cats don’t play fair.