Word count goal for this week: 47 500 words
Word count so far: 33 886 words
It’s going slooow.
I find it hard to sit down and write this week. I write anyways, but every time it’s a struggle, and a very disappointing one.
All I can do at this point is not work harder on the current writing project, but take some time off, recollect, gather my strength and make a triumphant comeback back Sunday night.
I feel like spending my days and night curled up in bed with a novel, a cup of tea and the old greyhound I use to babysit sometimes.
He was quite something, that dog. He would come over for some hugs and kisses, then fall asleep in a strange position. And dang, before we found out he had some bad worms in is guts, did he farted some bad mojo around.
My hubby-to-be and his ex brought him back from a shelter in Vermont, way back when.
We couldn’t babysit him anymore, and two or three years after that, she finally gave him away. I was pregnant then, and we lived in a very small condo, so we couldn’t take him with us.
Shortly after she gave it away, he died of a heart attack.
He had a good life, after the racing tracks of course.
I do miss my friend’s big brown eyes and crazy farts though.
I don’t think having him around would make me write more. But it would certainly help me smile.
Dear writer friends, thanks for reading!