I thought I could slip out to my lovely studio office to answer email and write this blog, but Sadie and Bernice had other ideas. So, it was back to the house to get them. Guess next time, I’ll just bring them out with me in the first place.
I had a lovely, lazy weekend. Just Sadie and Bernice and me–and a succession of books. The lake is conducive to reading–and taking naps. When I first arrive, I usually just sleep for a while–why fight the inevitable? The place is so peaceful, so quiet, and there’s something soothing about all that water.
I’ve been working on the prologue to “The Rustler”. I love this part of the process, where the story, setting and characters start to come alive in my mind. I’ve had to take a lot of notes, too, because other stories are taking shape, other characters are moving in. Like Logan Creed, who is a distant cousin to the McKettricks.
I’ll be doing my writing in the house today, at the laptop. But Sadie seems to like the new dog bed I bought especially for the office. Bernice is over by the french doors, ostensibly pouting.
It is pretty comical, how much of my life is dictated by my dogs.