Monthly Archives: September 2010
Happy Labor Day!
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I hope you all have a lovely day today. I’ll be back tomorrow.
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Tags: Author, Bones, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Writer, Writing
Learn from rejection
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You can learn from rejection. Don’t ‘huh?’ me, you heard correctly. Rather than allow a rejection to put you into a fetal position, and cause you to cry and rage against the world, doesn’t it make more sense to figure out the why of it?
In writing, there are several forms of rejections sent out by agents and editors. I’ll list a few. A. The form letter, this one is no help whatsoever. B. The ‘we love your work’ rejection letter where they actually court you a bit then drop you on your ass leaving you feeling like a jilted lover. C. The rejection letter that comes with constructive criticism—one of the best types to get. D. The nasty ‘don’t quit your day job’ letter.
The form letter is the lazy way out. Nine chances out of ten your manuscript sat on their desk for a few weeks and they never read it. Check them off your list and try someone else.
We love your work kick in the teeth rejections are the hardest to take. I’ve heard seasoned writers cry over them.
The constructive criticism rejection letter is one to take seriously. Read it carefully, listen to what they tell you, go back to your manuscript and work like hell on it.
The don’t quit your day job letter is tough to take but if everyone who has read your work seems to say the same thing, well, maybe your book really wasn’t as great as you thought it was. Then again, the person who read it might have had a bad day. Try a critiquing group and listen to them.
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Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Writer, Writing
September is here already?
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I can’t believe it summer is already ending. Wasn’t it just Spring?
I picked the last cantaloupe I don’t think we’ll get any more from the vines this season. I do think we may have some watermelons before the first frost though. The next wave of tomatoes is starting to ripen. Another day or two and I’ll be making BLTs again.
The ruby throated hummingbirds are becoming regulars at the feeder and the cannas. The cardinals, woodpeckers, and sparrows are now sharing the feeders with two parakeets and a cockatiel that occasionally comes in. It is startling to see them at first.
Our toad, Mr. Toadamus is growing larger and must be finding plenty of bugs to eat because he’s quite fat. I miss the frogs I will have to buy some tadpoles in the spring unless the neighbor’s son finds some on one of his landscaping jobs and brings them home.
The hawk family is still around. I could hear them up in the cemetery when I was outside today.
There are two new stray cats in the neighborhood. I chased one of them out of the yard when I discovered him napping on the bricks along the side garden. It’s a good thing I was out alone and the dogs didn’t discover him. All hell would’ve broken loose.
Posted in My blog, my garden, Writer, Writing
Tags: Author, Bird, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Food, Gardening, Gardens, Home, Home & Garden, Hummingbird, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Tomato, Woodpecker, Writer, Writing
Sookie Stackhouse instead of shuffle dog please
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I spent most of this evening immersed in Charlaine Harris’s world of Sookie Stackhouse. I needed a break from reality and some well earned pleasure. I find all of her books a pleasure to read and her Sookie books top my list. (Gee, I hope someone says that of me one day.)
We had a busy day topped by taking both dogs to the vet’s office. We play shuffle dog. One in the van with DH while one is in the office and then we switch them. Or rather I do. It is a great deal of exercise moving the dogs around when one is not happy to be there. (Read the September 1 post.)
Gavin still needed his shots and blood test, and we had Patty scheduled for hers. After three vet visits this week alone the total bill came to $400.00. Can you say OUCH? Had Gavin not become ill the day before his appointment our bill would’ve been about $180.00 because he wouldn’t have needed to go a second time.
We were out of heartworm pills too, they take them the fifth of each month, and that ran us $85.00 for 12 doses or six months worth. That ran up the bill. At least the pups are now up to date on all their shots. Lucky Gavin got one more than Patty. He was due for his rabies shot.
Neither dog seems to mind the shots they go quickly. The drawing of blood…well, Gavin hates that and if not held tight will pull away from the needle. Patty is stoic and stands like a statue to have her blood drawn.
Posted in Dog related, Writer, Writing
Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Charlaine Harris, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Dog, Doggoned, Dogs, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pets, Recreation, Sookie Stackhouse, True Blood, Writer, Writing
Death by Cuddles
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“Henry went to the garden to chop down that old grape vine. That was two hours ago.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Detective Hayes wrote in his notepad. “Then what happened?”
“I heard a commotion. I came outside. Cuddles had that bloody board in his mouth. He was knocking over the potted plants.”
“You mean that two-by-four the Bull Terrier is playing with? You say it has blood on it?”
“Yes. I couldn’t get Cuddles to drop it. He ran by and cracked me in the shins. I went down hard. He ran past again and hit my head.” Victoria showed him the purple bruises on her shins and the knot on her forehead.
“That must’ve been quite a shot.”
“Oh, it was.”
“Tell me about Henry.”
“I was getting to that. Once I could walk, I went to look for him. I’m sure he killed Henry.”
“The dog?”
“Yes, Cuddles killed Henry.”
“Where was the dog?”
“I found him with Henry. He was licking Henry’s face. I ran back to the house to call for the ambulance. When they got here they said Henry was dead and called you.”
“I’m placing you under arrest.”
“But Cuddles did it.”
“Sure, lady”
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Gavin doesn’t fit under a potted palm but you try to tell him that…
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Yesterday Gavin entertained me by trying to hide under the potted palm in the waiting room. The receptionists and I were in the giggles. He crawled under a chair in the exam room, closed his eyes, and ducked his head in the old ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’ routine. Didn’t work, the vet tech cracked up and took his temperature anyway.
When Dr O came in, Gavin tried to ooze under the door. That didn’t work either. Dr. O laughed at him and did a complete examination. He even snuck in a quick peek down Gavin’s mouth as far as Gavin would open it.
Gavin didn’t get his shots. No, he managed to come down with a case of the squirts. All night long and for most of the day before his scheduled 2:30 appointment, I took him out every two hours…or less. He came home with two bottles of medications and he is back on the old hamburger and rice diet.
I didn’t want to take both dogs in together. I tried that last time and Chicken Dog had Patty all apprehensive. She usually enjoys her vet visits. That’s why I made two separate appointments. However, now Gavin is tagging along to Patty’s appointment on the second to get his shots. DH can come along and enjoy Chicken Dog’s entertaining antics and then he can take him to the car while Patty gets her check up.
This should be interesting…
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