Mom and I have been working hard.
Mom is working hard on two new stories, as usual.
She writes a little bit of each one each day. When she gets to the end of them, she will put them away for a while and then revise the heck out of them to make them tight with no extra words. She will make sure they open with action and end with a twist. She will try to show and not tell. She will move the characters from place to place and keep the action coming so they aren’t talking heads.
Then she will send her favorite one of them to her critique group friends to see what else she needs to work on.
I have been working hard too – at the library…
…and at the veteran’s home.
I have dressed up, listened to stories, sat on laps,
and given kisses. If you don’t think that’s hard work, think again. Sometimes I can barely stay awake on the ride home.
Besides my therapy work, I have begged for coffee. And it paid off.
I begged for a pancake on my 10th birthday. And got one of my very own.
I even fought the dreaded soccer net. Again. And won (with some help from Mom).
It’s a good thing I am a ball of energy…