Writer's Block

It's bad. I have 3 short stories in progress and I can't see how they end. If I try to force the direction of the stories they seem, well, forced. The most I've written so far this month is a few paragraphs in a furry story, and a 9 strip script for a comic. sheesh. I have a headache.

Bat Matters

I have six bats in a box.

Actually, I have 7 bats. One is a lesser long-eared bat in one of the tents. The other 6 are freetailed bats found in some firewood. There are 5 females and a male. In the spring the male will do his thing then the females will kick him out.

They didn't like the tent so I put them in the release box. Ultimately the box will be screwed to a tree and the bats can come and go as they please. Right now it is leaning against a wall with the hole blocked up. The bats don't need feeding since they have settled in for some serious hibernating.

The bat in the tent is a fat little guts who eats everything I give her and hates me at the same time. I didn't know bats held grudges. I also didn't know they hated baths. Now I know.