Battling the Pink Robots

My mom and I were talking about North Carolina tonight. The house she's looking at leads out to the woods in the back. There is a creek. There is a kind of guest house. It has a lovely interior, seems worth the price. She might try and buy chickens since it's a large property. She seems to forget we have five cats that love the outdoors and killing things that live outdoors.

Speaking of our cats and things relating to them, there are two raccoons now living in the attic in our garage. I know this because the two raccoons I encountered a few nights ago (sans clothes) scattered to the garage and when I tapped the ceiling with a broom the day after that incident, noises of something moving about could be heard. One of our cats, Mr. Sniffles, sometimes sleeps in the attic. I think he has made friends with the two raccoons that live in the attic.

Recently, I've been editing a short story I wrote for my Intro to Fiction class this past semester. It is titled "Moratorium". I realized my main character, Maya, doesn't have much of a back-story. There's not much to relate to. No one really knows anything about her life and why she made the decisions she did. If I expand on that, it could be a good piece. It could be. I think (does any writer ever really think their work is good? Is J.K Rowling shaking her head, ashamed, every time Harry Potter comes on TV? Does Stephanie Meyers proofread?).

Listening to The National's "So Far Around the Bend" right now. It is a pretty song, strange lyrics. I miss Mike.

Oh yeah. Happy Father's Day to all you Dads out there!