It's raining real hard so Poop Dogg can't lay in the back of the yard behind the berry bushes without getting soaked, but she got wet enough to get her feet all muddy as she ran for the patio to the back door and sat and begged to come in.
With a towel in hand, I opened the door, said, "Com'on. Sit."
She came in, didn't sit, but rather darted passed me right into the living room behind the coffee table. Grrrr. Mud all over.
So, now I'm mad and I'm not speaking to her.
She doesn't seem to care.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~ Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith
"Writing isn't a profession; it's a disease." ~ Sherwood Schwartz
"Running a close second [as a writing lesson] was the realization that stopping a piece of work just because it's hard, either emotionally or imaginatively, is a bad idea. Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position." ~ Stephen King
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1 comment:
Sounds just like Albert the lab. although he cares, just not enough.
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