It’s the time of year when everyhuman thinks about resolutions. They want to climb higher, do better, get healthier, and be happier. They swear they’re going to eat right, get organized, be creative, and break all their bad habits.
I’m here to say, resolutions can be fun. I resolve to:
Knock over the garbage pail.
Steal food from the table.
Nip the mailman.
Pull my head out of my leash.
Get into the cabinet where my food is.
Push through the baby gate.
Sleep on top of the bedspread when Mom isn’t home.
Eat a shoe.
Drink from the toilet.
And bite my winter coat AND BOOTS.
Mom’s resolutions are a little more modest. She will:
Read 200 picture books again (and drink 200 chai lattes).
Submit 10 stories to publishers, agents, RYS, or her online writing group.
Write 10 brand new stories.
I got this…
And meditate 4 times a week (she’ll need it).
It would be silly for Mom to be a writer if writing didn’t make her happy. So I guess it makes her happy… At least most of the time.
She writes just about every day. When she works, she’s challenged, inspired, enthusiastic, and motivated. Except when she’s disappointed, hopeless, worried, and bummed out. Luckily, that’s not too often. Only when she thinks Print Book #2 and E Book #2 are taking too long to happen. Most of the time, she thinks they’re just around the corner….
My friend Lexi the Schnauzer tagged me to participate in the 8 Photos of Happiness Challenge. Since I am never disappointed, hopeless, worried, or bummed out, I would be able to post 8,000 photos of happiness. ….but I won’t. Here are my 8.
2. Showing off.
3. People watching.
5. Listening to stories at the library.
6. A cool drink of water after a hike.
7. A nice, warm street nap.
Did I say 8?
8 1/2. I can’t post about happiness without the baby swing at the park.
Here are the rules for the challenge:
Thank your nominator and link them in your post. (Thanks Lexi!)
Link the creator. (Ariel’s little corner of the internet)
Post your 8 photos of happiness. (or 8,000)
The photos can be anything that represents a moment, object, place or feeling that makes you happy.
Pop in a brief description of the photo, why you chose it or let the photos do the talking!
Spread the happiness and tag up to ten other bloggers! (I’m tagging all of my friends – if you want to share some happiness, jump in!)
There’s some new stuff going on around here. Today’s five words are all about new stuff.
1. Toys. Mom bought me some new toy hot dogs for Fourth of July. Apparently, these were supposed to take the place of having a delicious REAL hot dog at a delicious ACTUAL barbecue.
Fun, but not delicious.
68. Group. Mom joined a new online writing critique group. There’s a bunch of smarty, creative, friendly, and helpful people who will talk with Mom about her stories and their stories. It seems like fun, because who doesn’t love talking to smarty, creative, friendly, and helpful people. I wish I could sit on their feet, cuddle up with them, and lick their teeth. Yeah – that’s a thing, and I’m pretty good at it.
33. Clothes. Mom and I had to stay away from the house for a few hours because of workmen putting in a new front window. Plus power tools and glass breaking could scare a little doggie. We spent some time looking around at the pet store. Mom picked out this new shirt for me. It tells a true fact.
97. Window. Our new front window works great.
I can watch Mom leave and wait for her to come back. Also, Mom gets to wash my nose prints and spit off the glass every single day of her life.
5. Summer School. Mom will start studying in Kidlit Summer School at the end of the month. Every day she will read posts, get ideas, do assignments, and share her work with her cyberclassmates. I’m hoping it’ll be fun for her. I know it’ll be fun for me because she has to stay here with me to do it. It’s school, but it’s home! Yay!
She finally did it! Mom brought me with her to a school visit. Well… It wasn’t actually a school visit where she had to talk to kids about being an author. She already talked to these kids a few weeks ago. On Monday, we were just picking something up and dropping something off for the kids.
We are counting down about our awesome school visit.
What Mom loved…
3. The teacher used to be Mom’s student a long time ago. Now she is a super-teacher.
That’s her. She’s the first one on the left in the pink jumper – right next to Young-Mom.
2. The kids made a cute card for us to take home.
1. I was a good girl.
What I loved…
3. Everyone fussed and fussed over me.
2. Through the window, I spotted a playground with swings and slides.
1. Lots of kids gave me treats.
Over here, kids! Mom brought my treat pouch!
27B. I wore my sailor dress.
67. I ALMOST got to play in the playground. Then I got afraid. So Mom said the word, “Forget it.”
52. I relaxed in the back seat all the way home.
6. I didn’t take a street nap, but Mom let me rest for a few minutes in the parking lot.
I’m worn out from all that love. Plus my belly is full of treats.
21W. School visits are the BEST!
I’m having surgery today. It’s nothing big, just a little wart sort of thing on my back. The vet said bing, bang, boom, she’ll give me a tranquilizer, take the bump off, and put in a staple.
Wait. What? *gulp*
I’m not sure whether there will be a cone involved, but we’ll see… We’ll ALL see. I have a feeling if I’m wearing a cone, the camera will be out in a nanosecond.
Sometimes Mom does surgery on her work. When she reads the story over for the 98th time, she notices something unsightly or unnecessary and bing, bang, boom, she cuts it and staples the story back together.
Last week, Mom was working on a story about a little girl named Pinky, when all of a sudden, she went insane and deleted the whole first page. Suddenly the story was better and started off with something way more important, on what was formerly the second page. No cone necessary – surgery done and the story was absolutely fine.
I’m planning to be absolutely fine and back in the swing of things (See what I did there?) by this afternoon, so think happy thoughts about me, cross your paws that I don’t have to wear a cone, and feel free to throw in a happy thought for Mom and her Pinky story, too. Thanks!
UPDATE: THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVELY AND SUPPORTIVE COMMENTS. MY SURGERY WENT WELL. I WAS VERY WELL BEHAVED AND EXTREMELY BRAVE. I WAS HOME BY NOON AND ATE AND DRANK AND DIDN’T BOTHER MY STAPLES (TILL LATER). I DIDN’T NEED A CONE, BUT I’M WEARING A DRESS WHEN MOM CAN’T WATCH ME SO MY STAPLES ARE COVERED. I GOT A LOT OF COOKIES AND A NEW HEDGEHOG TOY TO AID IN MY HEALING.
On November 1 PiBoIdMo started around here.
(BTW – If you click the link, you’ll see a dog that looks a little like me. Thanks, Tara – I think PiBoIdMo is all about me! It is…. Isn’t it?)
Mom has been in it since 2012. It makes her list of story ideas grow by leaps and bounds, so she joined up again this year. She keeps the list in her phone so she doesn’t lose it. And so nobody accidentally eats it.
Every single day this month, she will write down a new idea for a book she might want to write. One of her PiBoIdMo ideas from 2012 became Mom’s first ebook this year!
Authors need a lot of ideas, just like doggies need a lot of toys.
I have no shortage of ideas in my tiny brain, either, FYI. Here are 12 of my favorites…
1. Snuggle on a rainy day.
6. Eat the sprinkles first.
41. Wear velvet at Christmas time.
9. Check the garbage can for pizza crust.
and 12. SMILE!
Every first draft is perfect because all a first draft has to do is exist.
Mom said the word, “Thank God!” about this quote. In her 12×12 in 2014 challenge, Mom writes a new first draft every month. So far she is keeping up, staying ahead, and getting it done.
She says, “This is cute.” and “Almost finished.” and “It needs some work, but that’s for another time.”
Recently, Mom took me to the bagel cafe to have breakfast at the outdoor patio.
Last summer, we tried this, but I went berserk. I kept trying to pull Mom’s arm out of the socket and kiss the waitress, I was afraid of a motorcycle zooming past and people window shopping across the street, and instead of drinking from the water dish they gave me, I sat in it.
This time, I was better.
I sat on my Park It Mat, watched people and cars go by, and didn’t beg….
…. too much.
Mom said, “You did it.” and “Good job.” and “This still needs some work, but that’s for another time.”
Are you going to finish that….?