How can I not be? I filled the other blog up. It is dead. It is going to sit there until Google dies or something. People are going there, and my last entry says the blog is full, and to go to URL in this blog page, and no one has come here in the several days it has been up, although the only thing really worth reading is the last short story that I put up, and no one on this blog is reading anyway. There, I get all my readers at The Guild, for all it matters.
Actually, I do have to submit the last one I wrote to The Guild. I'll do that this Saturday after my publisher puts up Volume #5, assuming she does. If she doesn't, I guess I'll submit it later in the week. I actually forgot about it, until now.
Well, whatever. I'll send it eventually.
Now, of course it's raining like crazy again. There is something that occurred to me, that we have never done before. Something of a mud wrestling match. The idea wouldn't be to overpower each other, considering I'm a house cat to my white tiger mentor, and my protégé would be like a mid-sized rat to my house catness, but what fun it would be to make a mess of each other.
I think I'll ask, then find the worst, rattiest set of clothes I have if anyone agrees to this. I'm sure we could find a nice mud puddle in the pasture.
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