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Waking your sleeping muse

 

     There’s nothing like a good brainstorming session to shake the cobwebs out and wake up your muse.  I know because Dave and I had a lovely IM session today.  We tossed some ideas back and forth and managed to jump start our writing.  We don’t do this very often.  In fact, we only do it when one of us is at wits end and screams for help from the other.

     Later today I get together with my critiquing group and will break the news that I’m killing off a character—well, two of them sort of.  The one will remain but won’t have the separate chapters I’d put him in they weren’t working either.  They are going to kill me.

     If your muse has taken a snooze, why not get together with friends and see if they can help you out with a brainstorming session.  Offer them free coffee and snacks if they’ll play ‘what if’ with you.  Sometimes all it takes is a chance to bounce ideas off someone.

My two circus dogs

 

     I’ve enjoyed teaching dogs to do tricks since I was a kid.  Usually it was the old stand bys of giving a paw, sitting up to beg, and a few other common tricks.  Our old male Bull Terrier, Malcolm did a marvelous dead dog.  I would point my finger at him, say, “bang” he’d drop, and roll onto his back with all four feet in the air.  These two haven’t learned that trick but they do have a couple of their own.

     Gavin was a horrible jumper when he was a pup.  He constantly jumped up at you as high as he could and nip at your clothing—I have a complete wardrobe of Gavin designed holey T-shirts.  That’s when I had a flash of brilliance (that only happens occasionally) and bought a Hula-Hoop.  I began to redirect his jumping up into jumping through the hoop.  He loves to do this now and all I have to ask him is, “want to go play hoops?”  He bounds for the door—that danged fool will do anything for a cookie except roll over on his back.  Thus, he doesn’t play dead.

     The standard poodle across the street learned to do hoops by watching him—she also has a severe cookie addiction.  When Patty arrived on the scene, she too learned by watching and, of course, her love of cookies.  Patty also does a great ‘stick ‘em up’ her paws go way up into the air for that.  Maybe I can add on “bang” dead dog.  Right now, I’m working on stick ‘em up followed by a down.

Dirty jobs—have to love them

 

     I’m hooked on the show Dirty Jobs probably because I’ve done so many of them over the years.  Who doesn’t love watching someone else do an icky job?  Oh, come on.  I’d bet most of you do. 

     I’ve mucked out horse stalls and have been a trail guide for both a mule stable and a horse stable.  I’ve been a gopher for a ceramic tile mechanic—read this as I did all the lifting and carrying of boxes of tile, grout, and thin set.  I’ve cleaned homes and offices, worked in a veterinary lab—I was the person who ran all those fecal sample tests.  I cleaned cages in an animal shelter, and later managed a pet store—I was the only person there most of the time so I was also the kennel help.  Those are just a few of the dirty jobs I’ve had.

     Funny thing is I got more satisfaction out of doing those dirty jobs than I ever did working in an office.

No Facebook, thank you

 

     I have enough things draining my time.  The last thing I need is something else.  Lately it seems everyone and their brother is sending me ‘join me at Facebook or____, you fill in the blank’ notices.  I’m here to tell all of you who have sent me these requests that I love you but no, I don’t want to join. 

     I seldom chat online any more as many of my friends have noticed.  Managing my time has become a difficult enough task.  I get giddy if I can get dinner on the table before 6:30 p.m.  Dear Hubby never complains although I’ve seen him look longingly at the kitchen when I’m typing away on one of my books. 

     The only ones who complain if their dinner is late are the dogs.  If I don’t start fixing their dinners by 5p.m. I get all sorts of grief from Gavin.  He starts by poking me with his nose and if that doesn’t get my attention he barks at me until I look at the clock and realize his tummy alarm has gone off.  Thank goodness, Patty stands back and lets him do the bitching although there have been days where she will nudge me a bit too.

Killing off a character who isn’t earning his keep

 

     I E-mailed two of my friends a few days ago to tell them I was killing off a character.  I told them he wasn’t working.  He was a cardboard cut out and had no life.  He didn’t contribute enough to the story to justify keeping him.  Killing him off gave my main character, Linnie many more options than before.  However, by doing this I…OMG…have to do many little changes.  In the end, I believe it will work and the book will be better by far. 

     High ho high ho it’s off to work I go…

Friday post mortem

 

     I stopped in at Borders today for a little ME time.  Remember yesterday’s post?  Wouldn’t you know it, a mere two doors down from Borders they are opening a Spirit Halloween store.  I can’t wait for it to open.  They always have great props and costumes. 

     At the pet store, (I had to get dog food) I almost bought two Halloween hats for the pups.  One was a witch’s hat with green hair attached and the other was a pirate hat with black hair.  I might go back for them, the only thing stopping me is the pups,—these two don’t like to wear things, unlike previous Bull Terriers.

     After the pet store, I picked up a few groceries.  I’ve never had to dodge so many misguided carts and stopped in the middle of the aisle people than I did today.  People who completely block an aisle and remain oblivious to the fact that other people would like to get past them make me crazy.  I hate grocery shopping.  I want to get in, get what I need, and get the heck outta there.

     I grit my teeth, I smile, I say, ”Excuse me.”

     They stare at the shelves.

     I smile again and speak louder, ”Excuse me.  Helloooo.”  I wave my arms to get their attention.  “Yoohoo.”

     Finally, it sinks in they look at me and say, “Oh, am I in your way?”

     “Heaven’s no.  My cart has hover capabilities and I can fly it right over yours.”  ACK!

To can or not to can

 

     I can’t believe it.  We’re halfway through our second jar of my Cousins’ homemade jam.  The first jar we finished was his raspberry jam what a heavenly delight!  This one is sour cherry-raspberry and all I can say is wow.  I’m sorely tempted to open all the others to taste them but I will restrain myself and go one at a time.  I’m not certain as to which one we’ll try after this jar is empty.

     We have a number of choices.  There’s the blueberry, the strawberry, the strawberry rhubarb, and sour cherry sitting in the cupboard waiting for us to dive in.  My cousin and his daughter make tons of jams for the family every year.  Another cousin makes a wonderful salsa.

     I’ve also been hoarding a jar of my Aunts’ tomato relish—it’s my last jar. 

     I’m sorry to say that I haven’t done any canning in several years.  I used to make this wonderful tomato pear chutney, a port wine jelly, an apple ginger jelly, and a jalapeño jelly.  Dear Hubby misses the jalapeño jelly most of all.  I quit canning when my dishwasher died, it was a portable, and we never replaced it because it took up too much room.  It had a sterilizing cycle that I used to sterilize all my jars, lids, and rings.  It’s too time consuming and too much work without it.

Cooler nights now

 

     The last couple of nights have been wonderful.  It’s been very good sleeping weather with the temperatures in the mid sixties.  Our AC is off and the house opened up during the day with the low humidity and cooler days too. 

     I am saddened to see that the leaves are ever so slightly beginning to change color and some of the Tulip Poplar and Magnolia’s leaves have fallen.  Summer has passed too quickly. 

     We’ll soon have to rake leaves.  Dear Hubby and I hope to get the pond covered properly this year so we don’t get as many leaves in the water as we did this past fall.  We never did get around to putting the netting up and I had a heck of a job cleaning the pond out this spring.

     The bullfrogs are eating everything they can grab now, fattening up for their winter hibernation.  Yes, for Goliath this includes any birds that happen to land too close to him. 

     It’s also time to change the Koi to their fall food.  I’ll have to add that to my list to pick some up this week before I forget it.

My turn!

 

     Since Gavin wrote the post yesterday, Mom said it was my turn today.  My name is Patty; I’m the lovely dark princess in the picture above.  Mom says I’m no princess I’m a Peppermint Patty I have no idea what she’s talking about when she says things like that ‘cause I know I’m a princess.  Daddy says I am his rescued Rumanian princess.  I love my Mommy too but she cleans ears and stuff so I’d rather sit with Dad.

     When I went outside tonight, I chased two of those green critters into the pond.  They both screamed and hopped so high I thought they were birds taking off.  I couldn’t help chasing the first one he was sitting right at the bottom step.  I surprised him as much as he surprised me.  Halfway to the pond the other one screamed and took off so then I had two of them bouncing green things in front of me.  I was so excited!  That is I was until they splashed into the pond.  I don’t like to get wet so all I could do was try to see where they went.  Mom said they hide under the water with the fishes and can stay there for a long time so I should stop looking and come in.

     I told Gavin about the green critters that Mom calls bullfrogs.  He says he’s heard them scream and splash into the water but never saw one close enough to chase it.  I beat him on that one!

We are one step ahead of the squirrels in the great tomato war

 

     Gavin here, Mom said I could write the blog tonight.  Boy is Mom completely ticked off at the squirrels.  Tree rats she calls them.  While Patty and I were enjoying the AC, it seems that those sneaky critters went and built a nest in her magnolia tree.  Then they started stealing tomatoes and had the nerve to sit on her bench by the back door and eat them!

     Patty says she could scare them off if only she could climb the tree.  We’ve both tried but we don’t have any cat blood in us so it didn’t work.  The danged old tree rat laughed at us but then so did Mom.  Now that it’s cooler outside we’re patrolling the yard more often.

     The tree rat cusses at us from the top of the magnolia.  Patty and I pretend we can’t hear him and maybe he’ll come closer. 

     Dad says it’s time to get out the have-a-heart traps again.  He said something about relocating the fluffy tailed rats.  I don’t know what relocating means but I growled about it at the squirrel tonight.

Hookers, Johns, and night-time photographs

 

     I know it’s weird that I take pictures of the gardens at night.  The whole night-time photography thing started in a strange way…

     I live in the center of town in a rather quiet area, slightly off the beaten path.  For years, we had a high hedge along the side of yard.  This attracted a certain problem.  What was the problem you ask?  Hookers and their Johns discovered it.  At first, I’d let the dogs out and allow them to bark at the strange cars but I began to fear that these people might try to harm my darlings.  My tactics changed quickly when one man became confrontational and we had to call the police on him.

     After such an experience, you tend to try to find easy ways to move them off without being confrontational.  Having a camera’s flash go off several times in their direction certainly does the trick.  No, I don’t take pictures of them or their cars but they don’t know this.  Should they try to confront me, I can prove that I am innocently taking pictures of my gardens and pond. 

     I’ve found that when I photograph the gardens at night the colors of the flowers and Koi come up clearer and most natural.  There is that deterrent thing too…