Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Me and My New Shadow


It's been 9 years since I've been in remission from Lymphoma. After 5 years, I was considered 'cured.' It's also been nine years since Hutch, the star of Who Will Come for Pup, died. I had to say goodbye to him while fighting for my life. He spent his last days trying to protect me from cancer. After he was gone, I visualized him as a furry angel eating all the cancer cells in my body. Kinda weird, I know, but it helped me cope with his death, plus I could still remember him as my unofficial service dog. A few years later, I said goodbye to Carey, my other beloved cattle dog. I was sure I'd never completely bond with another dog; also positive I would never own another high energy cattle dog.

And then this happened.


Meet TikTok. YBR N Wayout's Ain't Out Of Time. I picked him up on his 1 year birthday!

I was an anxious mess picking him up to have him on a trial basis. My family thought I was nuts. I knew my current dogs would be bent out of shape having him around. I wanted a therapy dog to train, wanted this to work out so badly, but was overthinking everything and being an anxious mess. I feared no cattle dog could have the solid, easy-going temperament described to me by his breeder and owner. I thought he sounded too good to be true.

I've had him for less than 48 hours. I'm pretty much a goner. It's almost like he chose me instead of the other way around. Technically, he's still on trial here. But, he's had so much overstimulation already and he's remained rock solid. My two dogs have their noses out of joint as I expected. Tikky just grovels and backs off when they sass him. I'm doing childcare today and figured this will be the real test - he greeted them both by crawling on the ground, so he wouldn't scare them. Earlier today, the toddler pinched her fingers in the door - much screaming and TikTok tried to comfort her by licking her tears. He nuzzled the baby's hand.

I might have found a dream dog to train for therapy work. If he doesn't pass (can't imagine why not!) he'll just be fodder for my next book about cattle dogs!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019



“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
— Jimmy Dean

In the last six months, I've had to adjust my sails quite a few times. This past weekend, while readying for my book launch
Cake for my launch party!
party 
and setting out kites for kids to fly in our fields at Starry Meadows, this song kept playing in my head...

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear               
Oh, let's go fly a kite! 
                
Lyrics by Richard and Robert Sherman


Twenty or so years ago, in the midst of taking writing workshops and attending writers' conferences, I listened to authors share personal horror stories of all that went wrong when they wrote, published, marketed their books. I remember feeling overwhelmed, not sure I was enough to weather such headwinds. But, here I am now with two published books and horror stories of my own.



If I'm ever asked to speak to other aspiring writers, I will try not to share my horror stories. I hope to smile and say, "You are enough. Keep writing. If you have stories to tell, you will find a way to share those stories. You can always adjust your sails and learn to soar."

Kite flying during "Who Will Come for Pup?" book launch party at Starry Meadows

Today I ponder this quote from a link my sister sent me - 

"Your job is what they pay you to do, but your Work is what you were born to do. Your job is your skill but your work is your gift" - Dr Myles Munroe.

Long ago I was told that publishing does not make you a writer. If you write regardless of success or fame or publishing, then you are a writer. I am a writer. I was born to write because I can't not write. I will write even if no one reads or buys or cares. 

What is it that you 'can't not' do?

Reading  "Who Will Come for Pup?" during my book launch party at Starry Meadows (photo by Don Clymer)




SOAR!!

Kite flying during "Who Will Come for Pup?" book launch party at Starry Meadows