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Stuck

I’m behind by a day. Yesterday, just sort of got away from me. That happens sometimes.

And . . . I don’t have much to post about right now, anyway. The truth is I’m not feeling very creative at the moment. It’s not writer’s block–been there, got the T-shirt. It’s more just that other things–one specific other thing, is taking up all the energy that would normally go into writing.

My good old boy dog is dying. He’s been showing his age–fourteen and a half–for a while now, but he’s really gone downhill rapidly since last Sunday, though he is still eating, if not much else. I’m wrestling with the decision nearly all pet owners have to face sooner or later and I just don’t have the emotional energy left over to put into writing.

Micah was originally Michael, when he came to me eleven years ago. But that’s my brother’s name so, to keep peace in the family–and avoid confusion–I dropped the L-sound and called him Micah. He never noticed the difference. Officially, to the AKC, he’s Ch. Snowrose Flying Without Wings. A Cardigan Welsh corgi. He’s been my Velcro dog, following me from room to room, my agility team mate, my good boy. And, currently, he’s my only pet. It just happened that way as the cats left us, one by one, and then we lost Aliza (Tricreek’s Simply Irresistable) two years ago.

A year ago, I tried to bring another dog in. Micah was quite all right with it, once he had a chance to get used to the idea. But the new dog turned out to be an escape artist, and I live on a busy street, so I had to take her back because I knew I couldn’t keep her safe. The last six months or so, Micah has really needed to be an only dog and so he has been. The house is going to very quiet when he’s gone.

Micah when I first met him:

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In his prime:

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With Aliza:

Micah and Aliza

Playing dog agility:

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Pretending to be a Christmas present:

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That’s a good boy, Micah. That’ll do.

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First, I’m still on schedule with the first draft of BECOME: TO RIDE THE STORM.

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Last Wednesday, I had started Chapter 36. Yesterday, I started Chapter 39. So, that’s actually a bit ahead of schedule. And, better yet, I’m starting to be able to visualize all the chapters that will get me from there to the climax.

That said, I didn’t get much more than a paragraph written yesterday because . . . distractions. And not necessarily the ones you might expect of a holiday week.

The first distraction was pain. See, my dog is now 14 and 1/2.

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(That’s not a current picture of Micah. He’s got a lot more grey on his face, now.) He doesn’t like going up and down the steps from the house to the patio and from the patio to the ground. The steps from the patio to the ground have a very low rise and are . . . is wider the right term here? Anyway:

Steps up to Patio

(This picture was taken before I’d done the spring cleanup.) Well, to get to the point: Monday night I was at the top of the steps trying to encourage Micah to climb up. He had, as he often does, stopped half-way. This was at about 10 o’clock at night, by the way. You can’t really see it in this photo unless you know what you’re looking for, but the patio has sunk a little–about an inch or so–just behind the top step. So, I started to go down to encourage Micah but, because I was concentrating on the dog instead of where I put my feet, I caught my foot on that little lip. And ended up at the bottom of the steps, landing hard on my left shoulder (the bad one that I hurt years ago). And I seem to have hit every single brick step on the way down. So, yesterday morning I was not exactly comfortable and not concentrating as well as I might. (I’m much better today, though I’m still not going to raise my left arm over my head very often.)

I decided to spend a little time preparing for tomorrow’s #ThemeThursday, which will be reluctant heroes. I was looking for an image to use in a twitter post for THE BARD’S GIFT. I found one. In fact, the image was so perfect I ended up making a new cover.

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And using the image from the old cover for the promo.

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But, hey, for a change I’m all ready for #ThemeThursday. And still on schedule with the first draft of BECOME: TO RIDE THE STORM. So, win-win.

 

 

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Sorry This is Late.

Very late. I haven’t been feeling very well off and on the last few days. Add in some distractions with the new dog–the two are not entirely unrelated–and nothing much has gotten done. Making a plan to change that, but no progress yet.

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I may have lost my mind. We’ll see. I went and got another dog on Saturday. She’s a real sweetheart–very, very good with people.

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Interactions with my resident dog still a work in progress.

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However, she’s way too interested in the resident feral cats (fed by my nephew) and a couple of small dogs we’ve passed on our walks (three so far).

Needless to say, I haven’t gotten any writing done since Friday–when I did finish a chapter of BECOME: TO CATCH THE LIGHTNING and figure out how many more chapters there are in that section I’ve been working on.

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Sad One-Year Anniversary

One year ago today, I took my heart dog, Aliza,

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to the vet for the very last time. Both Micah and I still miss her.

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Micah

Someday soon, when I can get enough of the yard cleaned up from all the weeds that grew out of last winter’s rain (some of which are nasty foxtails), I’ll start looking for another girl to join our little pack. (At almost thirteen and a half I can pretty well keep Micah out of the weeds. But a younger dog would be more of a challenge. Better to take care of that problem first.) Sometimes, I almost wish I had a smaller yard to take care of.

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A Break (Sort of)

This weekend has been more about yard work and some very overdue spring cleaning than it has about getting back up to speed with where I left off on BECOME: TO CATCH THE LIGHTNING.

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Most of that has been due to the fact that two weeks ago we had to cut a very large branch off the Brazilian pepper tree (which shouldn’t even be where it is and wouldn’t be, except for some passing bird). The branch was going to break off and would have basically blocked the path from the house to the car when it did. So, a controlled removal was far preferable. Three trash days later (as of tomorrow, anyway) I will finally be able to say that all of that brush pile has been cleared.

Which will leave me, hopefully, time (and space in the trash cans) to finish clearing up the yard. With all the rain we had in Southern California last winter, it got completely out of control. Just about the time I’d decide to mow, it’d rain again. And the taller the weeds and grasses got, the longer it stayed wet. It’s going to take awhile to get it back under anything like control. As I go, I’m planting out some water wise plants, starting to transform what once was lawn (but not lately, with the drought) into something that makes better sense and will, hopefully, be easier to take care of. It’s a big yard and I hate to mow almost as much as I hate to vacuum.

Also, at some point soon, I’d like to be able to start looking for another dog. It’s been almost a year since I lost Aliza.

My first view of Aliza

The first time I saw Aliza

But I need have a yard a dog could actually run in, first. (Micah, at thirteen and change, doesn’t do all that much running any more. More like trotting.)

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There’ll be paths among the shrubs when they eventually do grow in, which should be more interesting than just running around a blank open space anyway. (Also, some of those weeds are foxtails and they have to go.)

Then, too, I really have to clear a path so that I can carry the ladder around to the side of the house and cut back the bishop’s cap vine that’s also grown out of control because of all the rain. Not only because it really shouldn’t be up against the house like it is for several reasons. I also need to get back there so I can put the screens up in place of the storm windows before it starts getting too hot. (We don’t really have storm window in Southern California. But we do have stupid louvered jalousie windows. I still have three that I haven’t yet been able to get around to replacing. It’s basically impossible to stop a draft with jalousie windows, so what I do have is some pieces of plexiglass in wooden frames that I put up in place of the screens, usually sometime in November. I need to be able to get around there to put the screens up about now.)

I confess, I also spent a fair portion of the weekend, while I was resting and cooling off, goofing off with a computer game. In between, though, I think I have finally come up with a new cover for “Wyreth’s Flame”.

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Though I haven’t done anything yet about uploading it.

But, at least one major task has been accomplished. So, yay for that. And there’ll be time to get back to work on BECOME: TO CATCH THE LIGHTNING during the week.

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Teenager in the House

Not a human teenager, though.

My Cardigan Welsh corgi, Micah turned 13 today.

Micah and Aliza

Micah is the darker one, a brindle and white.

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Aliza is the lighter one (red and white). Unfortunately, we lost Aliza last May at 15 and 1/2. Micah’s been lonely without her.

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He’s my sweet, silly boy, velcro dog who never lets me walk into another room alone. He’s also the only dog I’ve ever seen sleep in this position. Cats, yes. Dogs, no.

Happy birthday, big guy.

 

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