1. I just got my period an hour ago, so let’s talk about things that made me cry this week.
The ending of All Dogs Go to Heaven. Even though I know—I KNOW—that whenever I watch that goddamn TikTok clip it causes me irreparable emotional damage, I still INSIST UPON watching whenever it graces my feed (every 28 days).
That Adventure Time song, Marceline. Obviously, I’m an Adventure Time watcher but I saw an acoustic cover this week with some random woman, and I played it over and over and over again until I thought I was gonna puke. And when she gets to the part, Please forgive me for whatever I do, when I don’t remember you, my throat chokes up and my eyes burn. I’m crying right now actually.
Dreams that my grandparents are still alive.
My very good girl Elfie. She was such a good girl this week that she didn’t chew the little stitch off her paw after she had a growth removed.
Beethoven’s last words, Schade, schade, zu spät! (Pity, pity, too late!)
The trees getting their branches cut in my neighborhood. I have a real thing about trees. So much so that they come up all the time when I do EMDR with my therapist. My therapist is like, "what did you feel?” And I’m like…. “Trees…?”
The new whispy white strands of fur growing in between Griff’s paw pads.
The Eastern Tiger Swallowtail. I was telling my husband about an enormous yellow butterfly I saw years ago in our neighborhood (before we lived here) and how I’d never seen anything like it before and didn’t think I’d ever see anything like it again. AND THEN I SAW ONE AGAIN ON MY WALK YESTERDAY. It was literally the size of my hand.
The idea that no matter how much I might theoretically want it, I’ll never be able to reconcile with my parents because they will never be able to reconcile with themselves.
The mystery of what happens when we die.
The lack of acceptable snacks in my kitchen (I have an insatiable hunger and a simultaneous disgust for all food).
A long since forgotten memory of a pink plastic ring I used to wear in first grade.
A picture of me at 22.
2. Maybe I should share some writing news
In case I haven’t shared it yet, I signed an audiobook deal with Podium Audio for Breathless!
Of course I’m pretty excited about this because this will be my first audiobook release.
And I’ll give more info when the pre-order is ready (should be pretty soon!) But I really have had an amazing time working with Podium and I looooove the narrator for this book so much!
So, keep an eye/ear out for that if you’re an audiobook girly. Personally, I have to have an audiobook for long car rides or plane rides, otherwise I will actually die. (I am not, in fact, biologically capable of sitting alone with my thoughts. I will, in fact, turn to stone.)
I have some other news coming down the pipeline as well, but nothing I can share yet. That’s annoying, right? I hate when authors tease announcements (a thing I have done many times, lol). Like who the fuck do you think you are? Truman Capote? Jesus of fucking Nazareth? HUMBLE DOWN FRIEND.
But the publishing world is fucking slow, y’all. So, we gotta keep up our momentum any way we can.
To illustrate how slow and tedious publishing is for me sometimes, below is a sample of what my Words Per Day doc looked like while I was trying to draft my Valentine’s Day Novella Going Down, which was only around 125 pages total.
It’s just a lot of two steps forward one step back, or one hundred steps back and then you’re bed ridden for days, I guess.
Does that make sense?
But I love it, it’s weird.
3. While we’re here, here are 5 reasons why you should read Going Down, my Valentine’s Day novella.
It’s a light and fluffy romcom and you need that during these dark and heavy times.
It’s forced proximity all day and all night. If you like the two MCs interacting on page for basically the entire book, here you go.
You have two hours to spare and you can’t be alone with your thoughts or you’ll turn to stone.
NEIGHBORS to ENEMIES to LOVERS! The elusive compound trope. Colin Rush and Emma Smith are neighbors. Then they’re haters. And next they’re…
Elevator hook ups with the lights out. [TW: CLAUSTROPHOBIA or fear of elevators]
[BONUS] Opposites attract. Colin’s a slick, corporate playboy and Emma’s a wholesome first grade teacher.
[BONUS] And it’s VERY pink
Exhibit A. They’re neighbors…They hate each other…And now they’re trapped…In an elevator. 4. And don’t forget about SPRAYED EDGES which are available at Vivid Volumes Bookshop!
I love when people make art out of books. It’s one of my fave things. I love when creation begets creation.
Okay, I think I’ll let you loose for today. You’ve suffered enough as my captive. Let’s all cry together later. And lets…
5. Take the last train to Clarkesville and I’ll meet you at the station. The station being, my links below. MWAH
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love you bye
Cat
I do in fact have two hours to spare and line enemies to lovers.