Crotcrank

[gilpin25]

Am so cranky/crotchety I could invent a whole new word for it. Like crotcrank. Actually I rather like that and I have to snap out of this soon because I'm normally the one who snaps other people out of it. Hubby is currently looking at me in a bewildered fashion and offering me the TV remote out of fear.

Anyway I've done the usual cheer-me-up things - wasted ages choosing a new David Tennant icon and then gone for one of the first ones I saw - and sighed over my metamorfic_moon story, which has given me no trouble whatsoever, apart from the fact that it's weird, I'm not in a romantic mood (which is a snag as it's my genre) and I've written 2000 words without a prompt in sight. It also shows every sign of wanting to be an epic, and I really didn't want it to be. So that's crotcranked me off as well.

Right, whinge over. If anyone hasn't seen the R/T picture drumher did, to illustrate one of mrstater's fics, then it's great and I just love the colours, expressions, hair and both sets of feet. The only thing I can draw is horses and they have yet to feature in any R/T story I've done. Now there's an idea... ;)

Comments

[jdbracknell.livejournal.com]

There's a certain glint in his eye as he looks at you that suggests he thinks he's smarter than you are.

All cats look at you like that, though, don't they? I think they look upon us as we look upon dogs: 'You're clearly an inferior species; however, I am tolerating your presence as, occasionally, you amuse me.'

In my head, all cats sound like Alan Rickman.

[gilpin25.livejournal.com]

I'll have to let you see some photos of the black cat that also seems to think our house is his illicit affair on the side, where he's free to spend the day in the garden and use the toilet facilities. We've christened him Leo - he has huge, lamp-like green eyes that are completely vacant, the sweetest nature imaginable, and he's the thickest thing I've ever met. Completely utterly gormless. He runs away from tiny birds, is scared by shadows and if his tail catches on something, and my washing on the line is the stuff of nightmares. (Perhaps he's looking at my undies;))

I look at him with a glint in my eye, and then think: 'Oh but you're so cute in your thickness!'

[jdbracknell.livejournal.com]

He sounds adorable. And I'm all for the cute cat pics ;).

My two are shaping up to be one of each kind of cat, I think. Jack's a lover, not a fighter - all he really wants is to snuggle up to me, have his tummy tickled, and sleep, but Meg won't let him rest - she's always coming over and prodding him to wake him up and make him play with her. And she likes to climb. She'll be the one stuck up a tree, I just know it.