It’s been a mixed emotional bag this week, but I’m sticking with my post-a-week pledge (this was supposed to post Saturday a.m. No idea what happened.) and I did warn you there was no telling what you’d get as far as subject matter, and that goes for mood as well.
On the up-side, it looks like Bound in Shadow has been officially assigned a reader at the publisher (for reals this time), so maybe I’ll know it’s fate sooner than I thought. My WoTF Finalist story is still under consideration for inclusion in a fantasy magazine I won’t name unless something comes of it. And I have a story just about finished (waiting on some Beta notes) for possible inclusion in an anthology due out later this year. So, on the writing side of things, it’s been okay as far as productivity, and that’s what it takes in this business.
On the personal side… the week was a bit rocky. We had to say goodbye to our oldest dog on Tuesday. You can read about Rowan on my Shadowdance Farm blog. Even though I knew her time with us was getting short, it was still hard. Last night I caught myself checking for her in the spare room before I closed the door. She had a habit of following me in there without me knowing, and then a while later I’d be wondering where she’d gotten to and scouring the house to find her.
I’ve had dogs my entire life so Row isn’t the first I’ve lost and she won’t be the last. For some reason, I think losing a pet should somehow get easier, but it never does. When I view it rationally, I realize it never should. Row was a part of our lives from the moment of her conception, quite literally. How cold and callous would we be if her loss nearly 16 years later didn’t leave a gaping hole in our lives and our hearts?
In any case, grief can really sap a person’s energy and motivation. My vow to exercise more went right down the tubes this week, along with some of my better eating habits. I succumbed to sugar temptations at the dayjob (thanks for the red licorice and the cookies). Argh. When sugar is no longer a normal part of your normal diet, then you indulge, your body isn’t subtle about telling you how much it didn’t appreciate the slip up. At least, mine isn’t.
In any event, as they say, life goes on and we go with it. I’m hoping to knock a few more items off my To Do list this weekend, spend some time with my muses, and spend even more time with my other dogs. In the mean time, remember…