|Harry zonked out.|
This book is my seventh mystery (five in my Lizzie Stuart series, two -- now -- in this new series featuring Detective Hannah McCabe). I still don't enjoy marketing, but I am getting better at making a plan and following it. Except this time Harry intervened.
I hadn't planned on adopting a cat from a local shelter right before Bouchercon. But he was there on the website and I went to see him. I came home the next day with a cat. . .a cat who I quickly realized had an upset stomach and wasn't eating. I found a vet clinic specializing in cats and took him in the next day. He was back there again a couple of days later, still not eating. I got him back again last Saturday. I've spent the past few days adjusting to a curious 19.5 lb cat prowling around my small house. This is quite an adjustment for a dog person. But Harry is a dog-like cat.
Since he can't read this and defend himself, I am going to blame Harry for the fact that I didn't get around to ordering the postcards that I planned to take along to Bouchercon. The postcards with the cover that I really love.
As for Harry, the Maine Coon cat who appeared briefly in The Red Queen Dies is mentioned in What the Fly Saw. I think Harry may just become my official mascot. After the vet bill for his stressed out tummy, the least he can do is pose for a few photographs. And I'd better put a date for taking those photos into my calendar or they could go the way of the postcards that still have to be ordered.
I am going to be more efficient. I am going to make a calendar and follow it. So help me, Harry.