Fictionwise

While I'm avoiding Amazon (seeing my books break 1000 makes me nervous and twitchy), I'm trolling Fictionwise. Which is how I discovered that I'm currently holding down the #1 spot (for "Palimpsest") and the #10 position (for "Disposession") on the 'under $1' bestseller list.

Huh. "Palimpseset" is #2 on the mystery bestseller list. Between Patricia Cornwall and Jeffery Deaver? *snorts*

And Staying Dead is still up there at #7 for fantasy novels -- and #4 on 'highest rated' e-books! Man, I'm feeling the love, which is making me cranky because it's too warm here and I have too much to do and I want to be in a bad mood, damn it, but all these warm fuzzies are throwing me off...


ETA: Mind you, it's all still "most popular redheaded left handed" etc. But wee warm fuzzies are warm fuzzies nonetheless. Although, considering the weather, cool fuzzies would be more appreicated. Or how about a nice tall glass of iced tea with fresh lime, rought to me on a silver platter by an attentive cabana boy.... what? As long as I'm asking, can't hurt to ask proper, can it?

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As many of you know, my Boomerang, Fool-of-a-Took, Cat of No Brain, is what one might call a Big'un. 21 pounds at last weigh-in, and the vet figured about 16 pounds of that is muscle and bone.

His healthy weight should therefore be around 17-18 pounds. I'm sure you see where this was heading...

I am pleased to announce that, three months after being put on a more careful feeding schedule (aka "no 24/7 noshing dish"), Boomer has not only rediscovered his waist (when you look at a cat from above, you should see a clearly defined waist) but his neck as well! He is still a Big'un, but now he looks more like a high school football player rather than a steroid-loving weight lifter covered in orange fur.

I now declare him (pending weigh-in) appropriately bulked-up for a boycat, and have given him an extra scoop of kibble to celebrate.


He still thinks I'm starving him to death, of course.