Younger son turned sweet sixteen a couple of days ago. He now has a driving permit. One child driving was nerve-wracking enough. Two might put me over the edge. But I’m less worried about this kid, because he’s so serious. I mean, too serious for a teenager. He needs to stop worrying about getting internships and going Ivy League (mostly cause mom can’t afford it) and start having a bit of fun. The responsibilities of adulthood come fast enough, baby. Enjoy your youth.

Remember Biscuit? Sadly, her brother, Ranger, passed a couple of weeks ago. It was relatively quick. He was trotting across the kitchen toward the food bowl and suddenly his back legs went out from under him. We all chuckled at first, but as soon as he started struggling to stand and howling (In fear, most likely. The vet assured me he probably felt no pain.) the girls started bawling. I managed to get all the kids out the door to school, and me and that guy I married wrapped Ranger up and drove him to the vet. He was unresponsive and barely breathing by the time we got there. I held him until it was over. RIP, Ranger. You had a good run. 1997-2014 One more cold, wintry day and I might scream. Although there’s something to be said for dark, snowy mornings when the kids DO go to school. *ahem* Both me and that guy I married work from home, an arrangement that has its advantages.

Writing is happening slowly at the moment. Just too many other things to take up my time. But there will be cover reveals soon for Neverwood! Stay tuned.

I want to see Guardians of the Galaxy immediately. Right now. Today. Delayed gratification, you’re a cruel mistress.