Like previous years, I have created a mini-vacation for myself surrounding the advent of my upcoming birthday in which I retreat from the world for four (or more) days and hunker down in my creative cave to write write write. Because my day job is a contractor’s position, I don’t get paid for the days I chose to have off, thus the shortened ‘holiday’ this year. I try to plan these well in advance, but cannot always predict the job market to be able to afford to do so. I guess that somehow makes me an adult of some sort now. But…one must survive as best as he can, I suppose.
This year’s ‘writing retreat’ will take place in my home office (which doubles as both bedroom and dog kennel most days), and commences on Friday the 13th, an auspicious date, if I do say so myself, if only because I’m not superstitious in any way. I look forward to these days every year, and protect them like a mama lion protecting her cubs.
So the three dogs and I return home from our walk this morning, and I realize that Otis is covered with blood, which is also dripping at a rapid rate onto the cement. I get him into the house (a mistake, I understand now) and attempt to stanch the flow coming from the very tip of his floppy ear. It appears that somehow — perhaps he shook his head too hard — he split his ear. And it was a bleeder. It took more than 30 minutes to stop the bleeding. I tried showering the blood out of his white fur, but as soon as I got him out of the tub, the bleeding started again. So I spent a long time trying to get that done. Then came the task of cleaning blood off of every surface in the house, because he insisted on shaking his head over and over again, which re-started the bleeding. I hope I was able to get it completely stopped by the time I had to leave for work. But because of this, I forfeited breakfast and other morning things in order to care for him. Now I’m at work worrying about the poor little guy.
Work on “Mama’s Boy” is progressing nicely. Introduced a new set of characters yesterday in Part Two. This thing is flowing out of me faster than water from a broken water main. Perhaps it’s unnecessary to say that I’m completely inspired and feel at the top of my creative process currently. So approaching the project each time creates eagerness and excitement to get the story told. I’m assuming that’s a good sign. 🙂
I came across this descriptive title the other day: Narrative Management Specialist
Looks like I have a new item to add to my resume.
Have been attempting to decide on how best to move a houseful of stuff cross-country. I have priced trucks, movers, and those goofy “pods” that a company picks up at your door and transports to your new location. None of the options comes in under $900. Perhaps it will come down to which one will, in the end, be the most convenient.
This is in reference to an earlier post. I’m thinking I may end up moving anyway, whether I’m awarded the house or not. I feel like I’ve done so much here in Colorado, and am now just spinning my wheels. I have no family here (though oodles of friends), and my dogs don’t really care where they live, as long as it’s interesting. So the consideration process continues. Who knows? I may end up staying here anyway.