Howling Dogs & Tapas

I have the most adorable dogs for neighbours (their owners are out for large amounts of the day). While there are two dogs, they get lonely and will howl from time to time. They don’t bark though, so I can deal with it. The sound is adorably cute, and now and again I’ll stick my head over my fence and say hello to them. They stop howling, allow their tongues to flop out of their mouths, and jump up for a pat in which I make cooing sounds while scratching their dusty heads.

In other news, I’m not a big blogger type. I spent all my writing energies on, well, writing my books (duh!). But I do post pictures and quotes on Facebook from time-to-time if you want to be more interactive with me. I’m also on Twitter and always respond to any messages I receive.

So, I’m about half way through my novel and have done a tonne of editing. If my manuscript were Mount Everest and I were a mountain climber, I’d be huddled up against my oxygen tank, clambering for every advancement.


In other news, I indulged in some time off work this weekend and enjoyed some fragile winter sun at a Cafe/Restaurant called Breakwater.

23 degrees celcius in Perth; absolutely gorgeous.

moetTapas and Moet. Mmmmmm.

Friday I was in burnout mode, hitting my head up against characters that seemed hollow and lifeless. It’s not that my characters are hollow and lifeless, it’s that I’d emptied myself of all creative spark — kind of reminds me of that phenomena when words on your computer screen begin to seem strange.




Anyway, today I’m mostly working on carving nuances into main characters, and making sure all my plots line up. I need to have this edit done by Sunday! I mean NEED! SUNDAY! That is all.


I’ll leave you with a quote from a most talented and heartfelt man:

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas AdamsThe Salmon of Doubt

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