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My, how the time does fly: with this LJ's first birthday impending, those who haven't been reading along from the beginning might be in need of a quick refresher on the recurring characters by now...
Mum: I'm stuck living with her at the moment, which is embarrassing, not to mention cramped, but I suspect she's just as happy to have someone around to remind her to eat. Barring accidents or the end of civilization, she gets to her Social Security age soonish.
Snip: A black cat with some white trim, who is very intelligent but has the bad habit of peeing in unguarded beds. In the way that cats do, Snip has decided that she's my cat in this household.
Weasel: A Siamese we found at the shelter; not very bright, but decorative. Mum's cat by default, because Snip is the jealous type and Weasel easily spooked.
The Relations: Usually, the aunt, uncle, and cousin who profess right-wing political beliefs. I've been trying to avoid them since the 2000 election, mostly successfully.
The Idiot Neighbors: These are legion, especially in the summer. The cast rotates periodically, but never seem to get any smarter.
Workmen: These are periodically visited unto us by the Landlady for repairs relating to the age of our building. They have a bad habit of disappearing in the middle of jobs and not coming back for a week.
The Landlady: She's fairly nice and quite out of her depth with this property. Despite Mum's 12-hour workdays we are chronically behind on the rent, but so far the prospect of how long it would take the Landlady's easily-distracted Workmen [see above] to rehab our unit up to minimally modern standards has stayed her hand on getting too hostile about it.
Various unauthorized lifeforms: The building afflicts us with the occasional roach, which I Really Don't Appreciate. I am more tolerant of the centipedes, who after all are hunting the roaches and anything else they might find in our walls; their ringleader, who is nearly the size of a mouse, has been dubbed "Groucho" by a poll of my Readers.
The Manuscript: 100,000 words of romantic-comedy fantasy about a necromancer. I am currently in search of an Agent so that the Manuscript can go out into the world to begin earning its keep.
The Prequel: My current writing project, which as the name suggests comes chronologically before the completed Manuscript within its continuity. Updates on its state of progress are supposed to be a near-daily feature on this LJ...
(There's an open casting call out for the role of Significant Other. Straight male applicants between the ages of legal and dead may inquire at the information desk.)
Mum: I'm stuck living with her at the moment, which is embarrassing, not to mention cramped, but I suspect she's just as happy to have someone around to remind her to eat. Barring accidents or the end of civilization, she gets to her Social Security age soonish.
Snip: A black cat with some white trim, who is very intelligent but has the bad habit of peeing in unguarded beds. In the way that cats do, Snip has decided that she's my cat in this household.
Weasel: A Siamese we found at the shelter; not very bright, but decorative. Mum's cat by default, because Snip is the jealous type and Weasel easily spooked.
The Relations: Usually, the aunt, uncle, and cousin who profess right-wing political beliefs. I've been trying to avoid them since the 2000 election, mostly successfully.
The Idiot Neighbors: These are legion, especially in the summer. The cast rotates periodically, but never seem to get any smarter.
Workmen: These are periodically visited unto us by the Landlady for repairs relating to the age of our building. They have a bad habit of disappearing in the middle of jobs and not coming back for a week.
The Landlady: She's fairly nice and quite out of her depth with this property. Despite Mum's 12-hour workdays we are chronically behind on the rent, but so far the prospect of how long it would take the Landlady's easily-distracted Workmen [see above] to rehab our unit up to minimally modern standards has stayed her hand on getting too hostile about it.
Various unauthorized lifeforms: The building afflicts us with the occasional roach, which I Really Don't Appreciate. I am more tolerant of the centipedes, who after all are hunting the roaches and anything else they might find in our walls; their ringleader, who is nearly the size of a mouse, has been dubbed "Groucho" by a poll of my Readers.
The Manuscript: 100,000 words of romantic-comedy fantasy about a necromancer. I am currently in search of an Agent so that the Manuscript can go out into the world to begin earning its keep.
The Prequel: My current writing project, which as the name suggests comes chronologically before the completed Manuscript within its continuity. Updates on its state of progress are supposed to be a near-daily feature on this LJ...
(There's an open casting call out for the role of Significant Other. Straight male applicants between the ages of legal and dead may inquire at the information desk.)