So there I was, going through the manuscript yesterday and playing with passages, changing, editing, mucking about. I do this, it’s part of my process. I play and polish before I’m even done with the zero draft.
And then I was attacked by the tension/migraine monster. It wasn’t quite a migraine, but almost. Close enough for me to walk away from the computer, eat something, and make myself fall asleep on the couch for a few hours where I had uneasy dreams.
Not fun, man.
Raven got all whiny just before I quit yesterday — really, it reminded me of Erik during one of his pity parties. And yes, he does have pity parties. And I let Erik indulge in these from time to time, but really, I don’t like Raven having them. So I’ll come at that scene from another angle.
We get to meet the dog we’re trying to adopt tonight! His foster mom is bringing him over to have an in-home visit. Looking very forward to that!
Seriously though, I’d much rather drop $100 for a dog that’s already up to date on his shots, pretty well socialized, housebroken, and neutered, than $200 for a puppy that’s not any of those things and doesn’t have papers and PROBABLY COMES FROM A PUPPY MILL. Please, please support your local animal shelters and local animal rescue groups by adopting from these organizations. Also, pets are not disposable. Just saying.
I have dental paperwork I have to fill out for The Husband, and tomorrow morning he’s got his dental appointment, and then tomorrow evening The Boy has the Homecoming game. IF he gets to play. He’s been complaining of pain in his neck the last few days, and hasn’t practiced properly for two.
So I’m off to try to see what’s up with Raven and Mary now and see if I can pick up where I left off or go polish some more. Be well, darlings.