More rain. A couple of cloudy days have reminded me how much I love a rainy day. There are many beautiful things about the place I live, and I know for many people, so many sunny days would be very appealing. But I like rain, and there isn’t much of it here. Only 18 inches a year! (By contrast, the place I lived before South Dakota got about 40 inches of rain each year.) We’re in our rainy season, such as it is, right now, and I plan to enjoy every moment.
More kittens. I can’t have more kittens. We have seven indoor cats, and my rational brain tells me that we are full up on cat. I have just the right amount of time and lap to make sure that these seven are well loved. And everyone more or less gets along (thanks to my poor mother, whose home has become the refuge for the problem cats who can’t get along at my house.) But KITTENS! In a perfect world, I’d get a litter of kittens every single year. AND KEEP THEM ALL. Luckily, the Internet allows me to live vicariously. One of my favorite children’s book authors and illustrators, Ashley Spires, posts great cat photos (and cat comics) (and she, too, has a ginger foster fail!) AND she fosters. She just got a new litter of feral kittens, and they are the BEST THING EVER. Here’s her first photo of them, all captured mid-hiss! AWESOME. (Follow her at Binky the Space Cat on Facebook for more updates. She is already able to pet Louise, the gorgeous gray and white one.) (Also LOUISE. I NEED A KITTEN NAMED LOUISE.) (Also, nothing makes me move to all caps and far too many parentheticals quite like kittens.)
More middle grade fiction. Now here’s a need I can meet. For a few months, I was all about the books for grown-ups, and I read several really good novels in a row (Meet Me at the Museum, Another Brooklyn, Chemistry, The Friend, News of the World). But lately, I’ve been longing for middle grade. One of the lovely things about middle-grade is that I can finish two or three or four or five novels a week. Which might also be how I sometimes burn out on middle grade and need to sink into adult novels. Even the shortest adult novel can take me a week to finish. But until then, I’ll be vacuuming up all the middle grade I missed reading last year.
What do you need more of right now?
the dirigible plum 
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