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A Love Song for Mojo Long (RIP, gross cat.)

Okay, so Mojo's last name wasn't Long. It was Jojo. And I've never seen A Love Song for Bobby Long, so if it sucks, I apologize to my deceased cat for using it for the title. Those of you who have followed along here on the journal will know that our catson, Mojo Jojo was diagnosed with liver cancer and a mouth tumor back in August. It wasn't known exactly which came first, but it was known that the liver cancer meant that the mouth tumor couldn't be removed, because the anesthetic would have probably killed him. On Friday, we put our Mojo down.

Mojo was with me for twelve years. He was grey, and matty, and disgusting. He had no grooming habits, pooped constantly, and drooled in the water dish. He made a sport out of sneezing onto my eyeglasses. If my husband was in the bath, (yes, Dylan takes baths. A ton. With bubbles. Go on, judge him. I do.) Mojo would demand a cup of "tea" which was pretty much just hot water. He fell down a lot. When on a lap, he would ensure constant pets by repeatedly slamming his head into your hand or arm. He had no control over his hind claws.

We miss him a lot. We were with him to the end, and consider it a blessing we had so much time to spoil him. For the last few days of his life, he received small bits of his favorite food: Reese's peanut butter cups. I know, bad for cats, but come on, he was dying. Afterward, we came home and joked that we should torture ourselves further by watching My Dog Skip and Marley & Me. We didn't, obviously. We're not masochists.

And that's it. So long, grey cat. Whereever you are now, I trust you may eat all the chocolate you want. Or maybe you're a dolphin. Because you were always a little weird like that.

Mojo Jojo

He is survived by his brother, Tybalt.

If You Ask Me, Ren Is a Total Fox

Well nobody asked you. Ren is not a total fox. I love me some Kevin Bacon, but not in THAT way.

Why the Kevin Bacon quote? Because at dinner the last night I was at the Decatur Book Festival (prepare for namedrops) with Jackson Pearce, Margaret Stohl, David Levithan, Dan Krokos, Vicky Alvear Schecter, Rebecca Stead, Vaniya Stoyanova and Barry Lyga, the conversation briefly wandered onto Kevin Bacon's junk.

It was a long table. I didn't hear much of it. But it was about the nude scene from Wild Things. And I guess…congratulations are in order? So, congratulations, Mr. Bacon. But you're still not a fox.

THIS IS THE BOOK TOUR POST. Just a brief recap. I'm going to work backwards and start with Decatur.

It was excellent. I ate pork cheek tacos. It sounds like a mean meat, but fear not, I have done penance with several vegetarian meals since then. Got to hang out and listen to presentations by the incredible authors listed above. Got to talk at some excellent schools where I may or may not have said some naughty words, and am very sorry about that teachers it just slipped out. Hammed it up on stage and got to tell my long awaited turtle-saving story. Ah yes. I am a turtle saver.


I'm so glad I had these ladies to hang with. They're amazing. Read the Personal Demons series and Dark Companion if you haven't. And then tell me how Dark Companion is, because I haven't read it yet either, but after hearing Marta read from it I'm dying to.

Highlights: Ferris Buellering around Chicago with Marta while Lisa feverishly worked on TOP SECRET projects in her hotel room. Relaxing over post event drinks and swapping war stories. Librarians dressed up as ANNA:

In short, it was cool and I was glad to meet everyone. I'm out one more time in two weeks at the Brooklyn Book Festival, where I'll be paneling with Andrea Cremer, Malinda Lo and moderated by Jessica Shirvington. Then I'm huddled over a screen feverishly completing ANTIGODDESS #2.

Hard to get back into the swing of writing. I had to take all of July off from it to get ANTIGODDESS through edits. Now the book keeps showing me flashes of possibilities and they're all sort of upsetting. But there's no telling where it's going until it gets there.

I will finish this book by November. I will. (I won't.)

But on a personal note, I must. Because we are losing one of our catsons to liver cancer, and I'm going to be pretty much out of commission for a bit after that. I'm hoping he'll make it through the holidays, but who knows. It's not Tybalt. It's his brother, Mojo Jojo. Mojo is one of those weird cats who plays fetch and knows what the word "no" means. And actually respects it. So…not really a cat at all.

Oh crap, almost forgot. If anyone is reading this from the UK, and is wondering when Girl of Nightmares will come out there, I'm pretty sure it's in June.