That was my question to me about a week ago when I realized I’d fallen behind my own schedule. Plug your ears while I scream.

For the record I’ve cranked my timetable down in the draft stage so I have wiggle room later on. Now, knowing this and sticking with my own schedule have been two different things. I’m not a fast starter on stories–I know what I want, what the story needs, but the getting there is sloooow.

I’ve beat myself up trying too hard this time. I was thinking too hard too. I was defeating myself.

Yeah, that … Read the rest »

My mom used to say people who could shovel in all kinds of rich, fatty, greasy, and/or spicy food and never get sick had cast iron guts. I’ve known people like that too, but I’ve never seen a dog who could eat things that they shouldn’t consume and not puke all over creation.

Until I adopted Samson.

This dog defied logic the first week when he ate a houseplant that is supposedly toxic to animals. Sam farted, belched and went on his way, not even slowed down from his exuberant energetic self. And yes, I waited nervously, sure he’d get … Read the rest »