Buddy inevitably gains a pound or whatever whenever I pick him up from the vet's office. When Phyllis picks him up, the little bugger LOSES weight. He got a report from the doctor today for his annual: "Down 1.3 pounds. Great job! Keep up the good work!" *shakes head* Phyllis thought she was about to get a lecture when someone said, "The doctor would like to see you." I have to admit, though, we've been walking him more. And then there's the kennel diet, as I call it. I don't think he eats that much when we're not here and we've had to put him in the vet's kennel.
As for my writing, I feel like I'm at a crucial point in the story, and I don't want to screw it up. Therefore, I'm perpetuating a different mindset. I'm not going to worry about screwing up--rather, I'm gonna think about writing a helluva last third of the book. :-) A lot of it's rewriting from the book it was before. This is what I've wanted to write about, but it deals with a difficult subject. I'm getting there....
