The little black cat started using his front paw again after twenty-four hours of solitary confinement in a room with low spaces.

He shot out the door the minute I opened it yesterday and now spends his moments torpedoing around the house, insane. We discovered he may be even younger than we thought, according to his growth plates.

That explains a lot.

Last night while we drove home from gymnastics, the fog was werewolf thick, and I could barely make out the headlights coming toward me.

This morning we woke up to deceptively warm air that spoke more of March than of January.

So I opened the window for the little black cat, and I saw his whole world change in an instant. Face pressed to the screen, whiskers blowing a bit in the breeze.

He didn't move for ten minutes.

I think this means thank you.

Last night, I discovered  THE OBVIOUS GAME is now on Amazon, though it isn't coming up normally in searches yet, which I hope is just because it's still in pre-order stage. This morning, Tracie Nall put up this guest post by me on the writing process, using Kindle for revision, StoryMill software and butts in chairs. Thank you, Tracie!