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Old Dogs and a ROW80 Check-in

Hi folks, 

This past week Charis managed something I have failed to do in the past ten years; get the dogs to pose for a portrait. So, I want to share this with all of you. These are the guys I’m always talking about. They’re old now, but old dogs have a special energy that I love. Older dogs are a true gift. So, in order of age, here they are.

This is Piper, a terrier cross, small of stature, but not in attitude. He’s the eldest at thirteen.

This handsome lad is Jokko, a Beagle/ Dachshund cross at twelve. J.O is a true inspiration, no matter how hard life knocks him down, he gets right back up again.

This is Bran at eleven. He’s a mixed breed of some sort and the sweetest natured dog I have ever known, but he can get into mischief. He adores small children and sings Klingon Opera if one goes by and he doesn’t get to meet them.

Last is Odie, at eleven. Odie, a black lab, was abused, shot in the face with buckshot and left for dead as a young dog. As you can see by the mischief in that one good eye, there’s lots of life left in this big guy. We call him Mr. Happy because his tail is always wagging.

So there you have it, my fur babies. They’ve been a handful over the years, but they’ve truly enriched our lives. Worth every moment.

Now for the ROW80 Check-in.

I’m patting myself on the back today because, in spite of a day lost in town, plus painting the kitchen, I did manage to hit my target. Ten thousand words on the third book in the Haunted Quest Series. Five books are planned and I am well on the way. Yay me.

Okay, that’s enough gloating. Book two hasn’t been seen by the editor yet, my celebration may be a bit premature. cringe.

So, next week’s target is the usual ten thousand words. Wish me luck. 

Well, that’s it for me this week folks, drop by and say hello; I do love to hear from you.

Bright Blessings

Another Week Zooms By

Hi folks,

So where did this past week go? I did get a bunch of writing done, but not as much as I wanted to. We’ve had some crazy weather, but I managed to get out with the dogs to play in the woods and fields a few times.

There was also the annual search for the woollies and shopping to replace what we couldn’t find or had grown out of. (sigh… gotta get more exercise) As soon as we dug out the winter clothes, laundered and installed them in the closet then put away the summer stuff, it warmed up and rained for two days. Argh

On the bright side we are back in the cool crisp sunny fall weather that I love so much. Hmmm, I’ll soon have to think about getting the snow tires installed.

Also on the bright side, The MacKendricks is selling well and I am truly thrilled with that. 

To celebrate, we’re hoping to bring out a new sci-fi at the end of the month. I know, crazy, right? I swear I have a million stories in my head. My fingers just can’t keep up with the demand. J

Now for ROW80

I hit my goal for the week earlier than expected. You all know how it is, you get in the zone and it really flows. The result is the first draft is finished, had a fast then a more careful edit and now is in the hands of the editor. Life is good. I even managed to visit a few of your blogs. I want to do more of that in future.

So, next week it is back to the grind. Target=15,000 words on a new WIP.
Well, that’s all from me this week folks, drop me a line and let me know what you’re up to. I love to hear from you.



Guard Cat

Hi folks,
Well, another week has run away from me and here we are again. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in Canada and I do have a lot to be thankful for; I enjoy a wonderful life.

I should also mention that we are well protected from evil spirits at night by KC (Kathy’s Cat) For instance; it was clear to me this morning that, sometime in the night, an evil spirit possessed a roll of toilet paper and tried to strangle the whole sleeping family, dogs and all. However, it was obvious KC had intercepted the evil doer and dealt with the situation accordingly. I could tell by the smug look on her furry face and the shredded body of the spiritual invader.

On another note, the weather has been a gift these past few days and we have been enjoying it to the hilt.

On to ROW80

As you can guess by the sunny weather, I fell a bit short of my goal this week. The goal was 15K words, but I only managed 11K. Ah well, here comes a new week and another shot at the elusive 15K.

I do check in on some of your blogs as often as I can. Here’s hoping you’re all doing well and reaching your goals. Drop me a line and let me know how you’re getting on. I love to hear from you.

So, until next week,
Bright Blessings


Dog Walk Meditation

How to meditate and walk dogs at the same time.
First you pull on your dog walking togs.  Sounds easy enough, except when all four canine supervisors begin to micro manage the process at the same time.  Stress, right off the bat.  By the time the boots are on and you have attached the leashes, they’re ready go.  Out the door and down the street at a brisk march to burn off last night’s ice cream and their enthusiasm. 
The march gets you breathing deeply and rhythmically, the endorphins kick in and you feel wonderful.  Soon you arrive at a dirt road leading to an expanse of open fields and forest.  You unclip the leashes and they’re off and frolicking.  You can march easily now, no one pulling you this way and that. The sun is warm on your back, the air filled with the sweet scent of wild grass and trees, and the gentle breeze off the water cools your face.  You set your mind free, focusing only on the sensations your environment provides, reveling in the oneness with the living earth, and feeding your soul from the sheer joy your canine companions take in accompanying you through this wonderland.
At length you reach the end of the path and it is time to clip the leashes back on.  They are all panting now, tired and ready for the long march home.  There is no pulling on the leash, they just trot along beside you, enjoying your company.  You keep a steady pace, matching your breathing to the rhythm of your boots on the pavement, lost in the magic of it all.
You reach home, unclip and hang up the leashes, give the dogs fresh water and a biscuit, then settle in with your coffee and computer.  Meditation is finished, you are refreshed and ready for a Wednesday ROW80 check-in.
So, on to the goals.
1.      Blog twice each week.
I’m right on track here.
2.      Continue to read and comment on the blogs of my fellow writers
Having fun with this one as always.
3.      Write at least 4K words per week.
Already done for this week. Everything from now to Sunday is a bonus.
4.      Read at least one book every two weeks.
Finished “On Writing” by Stephen King. Loved it. This will be well dog eared before I’m finished with this career. I am now reading Quicksilver by Amanda Quick. Loving it.
I’ve shifted my focus back to actual writing and am having fun. Perhaps I’ll post an excerpt soon of the current project. How are you folks doing? Reaching your goals? Do you take time to meditate with dogs? 

Ocean View

I’ve always loved an ocean view. It was always there as I was growing up. The pounding surf of the Bay of Fundy was my lullaby. The wind always blew, the waves always caressed the rocky shore, and that was the basis of my world. Once I grew up and tackled life I found myself away from the comforting view and lullaby
I spent some time on the Great Plains, but longed for the coast so I moved on to the west coast of North America. In all my travels I have always settled somewhere near the ocean. Perhaps not close enough to see it from my windows, but close enough to get there if I needed a fix.
Sometimes I have been close to the sea. While living in St. Anthony we were able to see the harbour from the back deck. One bright sunny day K and I sat having coffee on the deck while watching the whales frolic in the shallow waters of the harbour. Ice bergs were also very close by every spring.
These days I live on a small island in the huge bay just off a bigger island. This morning I took the dogs out for a walk through the fields. The sky was dark and cloudy, but in the distance, across the bay, I could see the sun shining on the towns over there. It was a beautiful sight and I stopped for some time just to take it all in.
How about you? Do any of you have an ocean view? What can you see from your back deck?
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