When Ian Met June
Two rejections: a 57 day one from that new Fantasy Book Spot E-Zine, and another from a market that prefers to remain anonymous. What can I say? It's shy.
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"So, that's a mighty cute baby you've got there," say folks (and well they should!), "but how's he getting along with the cats? Or rather, how are the cats getting along with him?"
An excellent question! For the most part, there's been a great deal of indifference on both sides. Ian has been ignoring them because he's been unable to focus on much farther than a foot away from him, and the cats have been ignoring him, well, because he's loud, not particularly delicious, and is unable to pet them and tell they're good kitties and give them treats. When he finally graduates to solid food and starts flinging it about, I expect they'll be right there, helping clean up.
But it hasn't been all a Cold War standoff. We dressed Ian up as a cat (note the logo on his shirt, indicating his allegiance to Andy) and plopped him down in a chair. Then June came along, and, well, here you go:
Reading: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. No, really. I've never read it. Seen the BBC miniseries a few times, tho'.