Here I am at the keyboard again with Schroedinger lying against it so that my left hand rests on his rear end. It makes it a little hard to type, but it feels good as long as he doesn’t move. Things are going well. Got more illustrations from the artist and put them into the book. Things are looking good for getting the manuscript done by the end of the month, or fairly close to it. Then editing by my lit. major Granddaughter, Alex, making copies for some beta readers, finish the cover and more marketing, marketing, marketing.
In the past week I got on Facebook again and set up a personal page and a business page for the publishing company. I find it so difficult to deal with things like that because my attitude towards Facebook is so bad. After much trial and tribulation and at least 450 F words I even made two posts to the business page, Schroedinger Publishing. It’s not that I’m technically incompetent as I have twenty-five years of computer programming experience and an engineering degree from MIT, but I just don’t relate to the modern world. I find errors in things like Goodreads and PayPal and don’t see any logic in them. Oh well, I guess you won’t be terribly impressed if I continue to whine.
It’s been very hot here for the past few days and sleeping has been a problem for me. This is not more whining, this is an intro to a story about Schroedinger. At six AM this morning he asked to go outside. Bear in mind that the blue bucket, shown in the photo, he uses for his outside water was in the house for the night, so he didn’t want a drink. I let him out and got back into bed. In less than 10 minutes, he was back in bed with me. I wish he could talk so I could learn what was on his mind. Before we began taking the bucket inside at night, he asked to go out so that he could drink from it. Is it just a ritual that calms him or his way of driving me crazier? In some ways we are very much alike, but in others we both have the capacity to really annoy each other. Mmmmm, is there a similarity to my relationship with my wife? There is , however, no doubt in my mind that I love them both. (Will she hit me for writing this?)