My human has no luck.
Today, her primary computer stopped working. She is very sad, and thanks to holiday timing, it may take some time to be fixed. Fortunately, the machine has a good warranty, so it’ll be repaired without charge. It’s just a matter of taking it into the store.
The male human is going to take care of it, and in the meantime, she will be working on her precious little laptop.
I’m kinda thinking the laptop did it in a fit of jealousy.
In good news, my human had literally backed up everything mere hours before the fatal fall of her imac.
My human is taking this as a hint she should be handwriting everything until the holidays are over.
In other good news, my human’s curse doesn’t extend to my ability to do things like send you amazing missives. The next one will still be on schedule. Even better, I’ll be posting my letters for your enjoyment on my website! (So if you don’t subscribe, you can still check them out!)
Of course, some things won’t be posted to my website. I have to reward my loyal servants somehow!
I am hoping that this is her paying in advance for good luck.
She could use some of that, poor human.
My human thought she could appease me with her offering of my very own website.
She was wrong.
Well, not really. My human is just a little bit cursed, and when she switched hosting to a virtual server so I could have my very own website palace, her website was unfortunately hosed. By hosed, I mean, someone got a fire hydrant, pointed it at her domain, and let rip.
It’s gone and screwed the pooch and got rabies for its troubles.
So, I’m not all that sad to announce that my human’s domain, RJBlain.com, now redirects to my website. I was generous and put the redirect to point at her novels. Gotta let her earn the moolah to feed me! (Seriously. If you enjoy my letters and reviews, toss a few pennies in my human’s jar. Buy some of those books she slaves on. I’ve been promised that I receive a percentage of all sales in the form of food and delicious treats.)
My human has lost quite a bit of content from her old site, although she was able to salvage the contestant list for her set of Hearth, Home, and Havoc novellas. She will be picking prizes for those people this week and contacting the winners. She’s very sorry.
(If she had gotten me my own website from the start, there wouldn’t have been any problems in the first place. I’m certain of this!)
In the meantime, here is what you can expect.
First, my human will be rewriting some of her more popular articles, including an updated version of how to hold a pen or pencil without inflicting pain and suffering on yourself. We find this is important.
Second, my human will be creating several pages dedicated to the writing process, how she creates a story bible, and methods of outlining novels. These were really popular on her old domain.
Third, I won’t let her procrastinate much. Promise. I’m going to give her today off to write on the Captive King (Susan Copperfield, second Royal States novel) so she doesn’t cry much over her bad luck.
I get hissy when my human cries (from frustration) over tech that simply refuses to work.
Until next time, folks!
Greetings, humans. I am Tia the Majesty, the feline supervisor of Pen & Page Publishing, the ‘publisher’ of my human, who has a serious case of split personality syndrome. She writes as RJ Blain, Susan Copperfield, and Trillian Anderson.
Since I scoff at the idea a mere human can order me around… this is my site, and I’ll do what I want, thank you very much.
Here, you’ll find news about my human and her books. You’ll also find reviews I’ve written discussing the virtues… and failures… of books my human has read to me.
You’ll also hear some news from my sister, Princess the Understudy, and the new Finned Financial Manager, Landen the Fish.
Watch out for that fish. He’s an asshole.
Over the next few weeks, I will be making this site not suck (quite as much.) It’ll still suck. I’m a cat, not a designer.
Maybe one day, I will be able to convince my human to hire a proper designer to give me the perfect site I deserve.
I won’t hold my breath, though. I like living.