Mortie, the Jackapoo, did beautifully at puppie kindergarten. Last class Merve the trainer challenged me with the task of getting him to lie down on command and by that afternoon Mortie could do it. He just loves his treats, he’ll bring out his whole repetoire of tricks to get them. Mortie will look, sit, wave his paw madly, lie down roll over–anything till he figures out what I want to part with some goodies.
But on command, in front of the whole class, I got Mortie to lie down on command. We got applause. Merve sat down and told me to teach the class. As if.
Then Mortie fell in love with the lovely black-furred brown-eyed shitz poo Maggie right beside us. He would no longer listen to anybody. Merve wanted to demonstrate “Stay” with Mortie but gave up. In
fact he finally made Maggie sit at the other end of the room. Poor Mortie’s heart was broken.
Then we needed to go to a pool party to say goodbye to writer/friend Rachael Preston. Mortie went into the crate, what a day for him. Broken hearted and no family to comfort him.
We left the party early to comfort him.
Now we have to work on the commands Stay and Fetch. Eat would be way easier. Bite me, that would be good too.
Yesterday I finished writing a book I call Avalanche, the fourth book in The Wild Life Series in Norway and Sweden. It’s due there in August so it should be ready in time.
It’s tough ending a book. There’s such a feeling of dissatisfaction for me ,knowing the perfect version in my head is now
an imperfect version on paper that needs to be re read and rewritten over and over.
I reread it today and found some astounding date and day errors. This kind of stuff always happens. As you reread you mark what day it is on a paper, then suddenly you’re really into the content and forget to mark that the day has changed when characters go to bed and/or wake up.
So tonight I made more adjustments, making sure clues that I had inserted are reaped when solving the mystery.
Tomorrow I need to review the subplot, the romantic element. I’m sure that that problem gets solved way too early and needs to be stretched out.
For the most part the real rewriting will be after other writers have read the manuscript and commented on it.
Time for some creative panic now. What if something major is wrong? To complicate life a coworker at my magazine is seriously ill. I know I may have to jump in and write and edit things that I’ve never had to before. But her illness also wants to make me “seize the day” and not work myself to death.
My best hope is that Avalanche is sound structurally.