Today’s five words are about prizes.
3. Winner – Mom was one of a bunch of winners in a giveaway on Tara Lazar’s blog. She won the opportunity to have an agent look at her work. That’s a pretty huge jump out of the slush pile.
18. Slush – Once I played in snow and slush and it about froze my tiny paws to icicles.
Mom decided I would be safer with boots on my paws. Wrong. Just really wrong on so many levels.
6. Looking – Mom is excited that an agent will be looking at one of her new stories. I am always excited to be looking at something new. New things can be outdoors…
…or indoors. But they’re always fun.
127. Entering – Mom and I enter lots and lots of contests, competitions, and giveaways. Mostly, we don’t win, but now and then we do. Once we won a box full of cat toys. It was fun to win, but we donated the toys back to a kitty who could use them. I don’t really need any toys…
5. Gratitude – We are grateful that Mom won this lucky prize. Gratitude is a big part of every day, but this is a special week for giving thanks.
I have a ton to be grateful for – like treats,
my furever home,
The first 5 minutes at my new home. #occupythecouch
And did I say naps?
Walking is a good way for Mom to tidy up her head and make room for ideas.
There are always interesting things to investigate on a walk. We walk at lots of different parks,
and also the reservoir,
the 9/11 memorial,
and the playing field.
Other times we walk right in our neighborhood. Either way, walking is fun.
Mom likes it for the pretty flowers,
crazy leaves, fresh air,
The fresh air is blowing my ear upside down!
The change of scenery helps Mom hear what her characters
are trying to tell her, see where her story is going, and figure out what might happen when she asks herself, “What if….”
I like it for the leftovers that somebody forgot in the parking lot,
It’s called a doggie bag for a reason.
Unless I’m a pig or a donkey, acorns are apparently “not food.”
the candy papers,
the lost glove,
the mud puddle,
Stepping in the mud leads directly to the bathtub.
and the delicious poison that the lawn guys left for me.
The poison leads directly to the vet…
Here’s hoping our walks lead directly to Book
#2. Or indirectly to Book #2. Or to eBook
#2. Or to McDonald’s for an ice cream cone.
I was tortured last week. First Mom lured me into the bathroom.
Oooh. A trail of chicken! Yes, please.
Then she tricked me into the tub and gave me a bath!
There was splashing and shivering…
…water pouring, crazy amounts of soap suds, 5 entire minutes of standing still covered in sweet smelling conditioner…
…and 3 giant towels.
I tried numerous times to shake the bath off of me, but only succeeded in sharing a little of the bath with Mom. And the walls. And the floor. And the vanity. And the door.
One thing I know for sure is that it was my LAST. BATH. EVER. I could tell because the shampoo bottle is empty.
No more shampoo = No more baths
That’s what it means… Right…?
Mom finished her most recent story. She wrote it and wrote it, revised it like crazy, sent it to her critique group, and then revised it like crazy all over again. Now it’s finished. I’m pretty sure it’s her LAST. STORY. EVER.
That’s what it means… Right…?
Aarrrgh. She’s starting a BRAND NEW story!
*gulp* Does that mean…..
Writers pretend a lot. Mom deals with pretend characters every time she sits at the computer. Characters can be tough to pin down. Just when Mom thinks she knows them, they take off in directions she didn’t expect. They can go caveman,
I can also go off in unexpected directions. I can go lazy,
Mom keeps me on a leash everywhere we go, so I won’t go off and get lost. She does her best to keep me under control. Even though I am unpredictable, she does a better job with me than she does with her story characters.
Sometimes things can get weird. If you’re a writer, like Mom – weird is a good thing.
If a story takes a weird turn, has a weird character, or a weird ending – all the better. Predictable stories are bad.
Something got weird on my walk last week. Mom and I saw a freaky, alien, mutant mushroom growing like crazy under a tree.
Tasting it was not an option, apparently, but I gave it a good look and a really good sniff.
FYI – It was gross.
Weird things are happening to the trees in my neighborhood. The green leaves have started turning colors…
…and falling all over the place. I don’t like the sound they make when I walk on them. Too crunchy! Sometimes, Mom says the word, “Sit” and I won’t lie. I hate it.
Make it stop!
From now on, I hope Mom keeps all the weirdness in her computer and in her stories. I do not like weirdness….
As anyone can see, I am just a normal, regular doggie…
I visited the brain surgeon last week. Not really. It was just the vet.
I had to get a shot and a blood test. And some hugs and some treats. I cried a little from the blood test. Not really. I cried a lot. When the doctor steals blood it hurts!
I’d like to leave now, please…
Mom is not a brain surgeon, so when she works on her stories, the pressure is off. She can pretty much write any story no matter how terrible and then she gets a million chances to keep working on it, changing it, and fixing it, till she eventually gets it the way she wants it.
When I learn a new trick, I never get it right the first time. I start out clueless.
But then get a million chances to work on it, change it, and fix it till I eventually get it right.
In case you’re wondering – I am NOT a brain surgeon.
Mom and I have been working hard.
Mom is working hard on two new stories, as usual.
What’s so difficult about this?
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…