My, how times flies.

I can't believe I've neglected my blog for...weeks. I've been busy. What else is new? I'm sorry to say I've not been distracted by, you know, really fun stuff. But my outside windows are clean now that the pollen has finished falling and my rugs have been shampooed.

And it was 98 frickin' degrees here today. In barely June. Not August. Not even July. And as dry as my personality at 7 AM. My poor plants. Not that they have much of a chance with the hordes of voles eating everything in sight. Just for spite, I flooded their little rodent holes today while I was washing windows. Then filled them with gravel. Apparently I have cats so I can feed them forty 'leven times a day and scratch their ears while they drool on my knee. Cats meet voles.

I've not even had time to help the local police department like I should. I don't know how they're surviving without me. I salute them for carrying on with great dignity when I'm not plugged in. At the moment I'm doing my part. So far tonight, we've returned a runaway, stopped a few cars, responded to the usual ruckus reports and...called for the coroner, though I got here a little late to know what that was about. I say we, but really, I'm very careful not to impersonate an officer...except when I'm writing. Then I figure it's okay because I'm impersonating a writer too. Therefore, I've appointed myself as The Supreme Auricle. All shall love me and despair.

As far as writing goes, I'm going around in circles about whether I should switch to first-person POV or stay in a close third. I really wanted to do this story in third because I rarely use it. I'm much more comfortable in first, but there are legions of readers who hate first with more passion than I have for hating voles. Despicable little rats that they are! (The voles, not the readers.) Did I mention they ate my limelight hydrangeas? TWICE! Maybe I should write about the destruction of vole holes from my POV and theirs, though I suspect their POV would consist mainly of a lot of munching, snickering and cleaning dirt from under their grubby little claws. Where are those darn cats?

The puff balls aren't any help with choosing POV either. As far as they're concerned, everything is from their POV.

I've been told third is the preferred POV, but I sure do see a lot of first on the shelves. Maybe there's a new trend? Or maybe my source was distracted by voles gnawing off the roots of his plants and gave me erroneous information. I've also noticed a lot of present tense these days. Nah.

Fortunately, I do have a good beta. I think I'll run a chapter of both POVs by her and bleed profusely when I get them back. She's good and just when I think I'm pretty darn good, she uses my plot holes for target practice. Really, I appreciate it. Really, I do. When I stop crying. Then I flood them and stuff them full of gravel.

Charlie 56 needs me. There's an alarm at T.J. Maxx.