July 8th, 2006

Jin Shei Cover from sgreer

Bits and bobs adn Bears

I came across some depressing publishing industry stats yesterday (courtesy of jaylake:

58% of the US adult population never reads another book after high school.
42% of college graduates never read another book.
80% of US families did not buy or read a book last year.
70% of US adults have not been in a bookstore in the last five years.
57% of new books are not read to completion.


On a brighter note, matociquala, chalk up a sale - picked up a copy of "Blood and iron" today - it's going on the To Read pile, to be sure, and since there's at least four books ahead of this one which I'm reading for review purposes it looks like it's going to have to wait its turn - but rest assured that it is bought.

Went to have a picnic to a lovely lake park yesterday, which is why very little of practical use was achieved elsewhen - I committed no words, no bloggage, nuttin'. But I had a good time. Pics soon, when I've actually downloaded them and if any are good enough to share online...

Right. Back to work now. I need to finish another of those bookk-like objects which most of America will never know is there... [sigh]
Jin Shei Cover from sgreer

Living in the woods

So the cat's downstairs with me, getting all huffly in the direction of the glass doors - which she usually does when she senses (and don't ask me HOW she senses, through triple-paned locked glass doors) that there's another cat out there. So I finally get up and switch the outside light on.

And there's a raccoon.

The cat throws a fit against the glass, and the raccoon, a thin and sad-eyed little thing, comes *right up to the glass door* and looks at me - I was close enough to see her wet little nose glistening in the light. She gazed at me in a strange sad way (the cat is still squealing and throwing herself against the glass). And then she looks around, and I see something else in the shadows, and this kit comes amblign along, and puffs itself all up when it notices the cat and the cat and the kit square off for a moment... and then another kit comes up. ANd another. THREE of them.

Momma ambles off but the cat is still squealing bloody murder in the study, so the raccoon comes ambling back. I put a finger against the glass and she follows it; I start gently pulling the finger upwards against the sliding doors, and she gets up on her hind legs and puts her hands on the glass and sniffles up to where my finger is resting, and then she comes back down again, tripping over two of the kits who were milling about aimlessly underfoot, and they all amble off into the night.

The cat's only just quit whimpering pitifully against the sliding door, for all the world calling out, "Come back! COme back!!! I haven't figured out what you *ARE* yet!"

I'm still grinning.

But I think I'd better go upstairs and close the slider on the upper deck. We really DON'T want raccoons in the house, or cats hanging onto screen doors in fits of hunting frenzy.