It's ironic I suppose, that my last surviving goldfish, Wanda, passed away today just as I completed my merman story.
I guess she wanted to hold on to the end, but she's been in a bad way since her companion, Cosmo, died a few months ago.
I cleaned out her tank this morning and she seemed fine, but by lunchtime, she was swimming upside down and shortly thereafter stopped swimming all together.
Poor Wanda. She was a good fish. I think maybe the stress of living with a curious cat got to be too much for her.
With my rough draft done, I'm now planning to take another few days off to catch up on other projects before diving [pun intended] into work on another paranormal full length novel.