My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
When the pandemic hit, I was suddenly in the perfect work place. I was working hard, writing the heck of things, finishing a whole book.
Don’t be afraid to keep it real.
If I could rewire the world, I would. It’s been a wild Spring to Summer and heading into Fall. I do know that nothing lasts (as in bad things) — […]
Best assistant ever–he works for cookies and keeps me on track. Sure he’s shaggy, but it’s part of his charm. Waffles the Lhasa.