NOLA STARs

Most of you know I'm crazy about my dog.  My older puppy, Sissy, was as mucha part of my family as my daughter.  Our new puppy Molly, who will be 2 in September, has chewed and barked and snuggled her way into our family and is now completely ensconced.

My puppy is my living, breathing babydoll.  (Yes, I dress her up and we often share a snack at tea time--although we rarely share the same plate!)  She's a great brainstormer, thinking every idea I have is wonderful and encouraging me to reach outside the box and think of even better ideas.  She always rewards me with a kiss and a little dance around the room when we celebrate a chapter ending.  And when I nerd a break from the computer, she suggests, nay-demands, a walk.  Walks keep my creativivity fresh, but I'm apt to forget that when I get mired down in the words and can't find the story.  The writing vortex can suck us in so easily.  Our faithful companions, just like Lassie, know how to rescue us.

Right now, she has deicided that I need to throw a ball for her, so I guess this blog post is done.  We know who the master is in this house, don't we?

PS Yesterday I hit the half way point in my WIP.  HURRAH!