Among my many character flaws, the one that has caused me the most grief over the years is probably my impulsiveness. I’m not good, even at the ripe old age of 65, at thinking through potential consequences before I act.
Because I’m so weak on the strategic side, I’ve developed a lot of skill at tactical reaction. Most of the time, no matter how poorly thought out my original plan, I can wrangle it into something less than a total failure.
But not always.
Last fall I decided I wanted a dog. Because of my age, and because of a strong need in the community, it seemed like a good idea to adopt a rescue dog. I’ve owned a couple of Australian shepherd mixes over that years, and I’ve always wanted a full-bred one, so I applied to an Aussie rescue group. They sent a flock of pictures and my husband and I picked one out and went to meet him the day after Thanksgiving.
If you want all the details, I wrote a series of posts about the experience on my personal blog, The Raisin Chronicles. What’s germane over here at Eight Ladies is that I haven’t written a new scene since the day we brought him home.
In retrospect, given that I had a pretty short timeline for completing Book 3 of my Touched by a Demon trilogy, it probably wasn’t a good idea to introduce a new member to our household. I missed my February slot with my content editor. The way things are going, the alternative slot she offered me in May is starting to look doubtful as well. If I miss my May spot, it’s unlikely I’ll be able to release The Demon Wore Stilettos in 2019, as planned. That makes the three-book box set a no-go as well.
One of the things I know about myself is that I can only write when my life is calm to the point of boring. Introducing a behaviorally challenged, super high-energy dog into our household was not a recipe for maintaining that kind of calm.
Sometime before the end of the month he will be moving on. (I’m not sure where at this point, but I’ll report back over at The Raisin Chronicles if you’re interested.) Once I get through grieving his loss, I’ll get back to writing.
Sometimes it feels like I keep getting older but I never get any smarter.