In an evolving situation.

So I finally have a night that I'm all caught up in my homework and can some spend some time working on my novel. 
It was a pleasant feeling. I broiled a couple sausages. I put Batman in the blu ray player for background. 
Michael Keaton Batman, mind you. I love the dark knight trilogy, but there's something about Tim Burton's take that feels more... Halloween. Granted, I should be watching the animated series from the '90s. Mark Hamill and Kevin Conroy are always favorites and the goth-noir goes well with my writing. But it's been a while since I've seen Tim Burton's flicks and where else can I learn about dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight? 
Why did the man not make a third one with Billy Dee Williams as Two-Face? 
What? You want to see it too. Now.
Anyway, my annual October Batman kick and night of novel writing in full swing, my cat, Franny, decided to include herself.

Just chilling on the couch, sticking her paws on my head. But things escalated.




Now, I could just get up. Instead I've been texting pictures to my muse and moved on to blogging over my current situation. Notice how she isn't even looking at me. Eyeballs are just comfortable places for paws and this is perfectly acceptable behavior. 
Anyway, back to writing Necromantica. Chapter five, draft three, written with one eye.


UPDATE: