T-minus 11hrs, 59 min, 20 seconds

Still don't know what to do for NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow morning I am going to wake up and start writing something. I just have no frakking idea what it will be. Maybe a thief and a nun-slash-barmaid committing fabulous, twisted crimes or a planet full of dead people and six wacky, misfit investigators. I just don't know at this point.

Orange Cat helpfully suggests that giving him food to solve my dilemma. When asked how this is supposed to help me figure out what to write, he promptly lifted his leg and started licking himself to let me know he had better things to do than explain the obvious. Which, if you're the cat in that scenario, is sound logic because it results in you getting food.

I understand now why cats are good pets for writers. They teach you that no matter how cute and fuzzy the things near you are, when it comes down to it, you're still on your own.

Except when the kibble hits the bowl, and then we're all totes BFF.

I need a NaNoWriMo icon, too. Something snazzy.