Technically they’re my coworkers, and they were being helpful in their own way since they shorten all of my conference calls by at least 20 minutes. Also Ferris Mewler was meowling loudly because he wanted me to rescue him off a counter that he could totally get off himself, and Hunter S. Thomcat was slightly off-camera pushing stacks of paper off my desk while laying on my only pen. THANKS, GUYS.
MY INSTAGRAMOh hi. Are you working? Don’t mind me. I’ll just lay here and waste away from lack of attention. It’s fine.Every week I do a quick video sweep for my own records of where we are in construction at @nowherebookshop. This one is my favorite because Hailey was singing to herself as she walked through. I don’t even think she realizes how often she sings to herself but it’s one of my greatest joys to hear her...especially when it’s a song I sang her when she was little. It made me feel peaceful even when this process can be so terrifying. I thought I’d share.Trying to touch up Terry Scratchett without losing it’s shabby-fabulousness. It’s hard to know when to stop.