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Where am I with Ryan's Story...and Polly!
So I'm working on what I'm predicting to be the last two chapters. I know! I can't believe it msyelf! Honestly, with the issues I had with Ryan's story in the beginning, I truly thought this was going to be a brain-cruncher.
Well, it kind of has been in some ways, but the story has come to me much easier than I hoped. Mind you, this last two chapters has me dithering around LOL - not wanting to rush it or finish it too quickly. Sometimes beginning and ending a book are the hardest things to do. Starting interestingly and finishing satisfyingly.
So just wanted to update you all as to where I am at the moment.
Today is a day off my day job, it's 10:45 in the morning. I was up early, swept and mopped the floor, taken Polly (one of the cats) to the vet to get her teeth scaled and cleaned, done the shopping, put it all away, done the emails - now I'm settling in to write. Got Reba McEntire playing on the computer, along with some Elvis Presley, John Legend, Evanescence and some others. Diet Coke by my elbow, Evie (the naughty cat) causing havoc somewhere - I'll have to check what she's up to in a minute, that little turkey could be up to anything - and then I'm settling down to write for the rest of the day - apart from picking the cat up again when the vet rings to say she's ready!
Ah yes, Polly was a grumpy bum this morning. No breakfast (the horror of it!) and shut into Mum's room so she couldn't do a runner under my bed. Interestingly, have you ever noticed when a cat knows it's going to the vet that they seem to kind of melt onto the quilt? You literally have to tunnel your hand under them to lift them up and they kind of flop each side of your hand. It's like they're Velcroed to the bed. And dead weight? Polly was both. Amazing, simply amazing. But I managed to peel her off the bed with a bit of grunting (on my part) and foul looks (on her part) and got her into the basket. I got a phone call from the vet nurse a few minutes ago to say she'd fractured her canine and could they remove it? This is an indoor cat, how the heck did she manage to fracture her canine tooth? Anyway, the tooth's coming out (poor baby) and she'll come home on pain killers. Geez, when I'm not nursing people at work, I'm nursing furries at home!
Okay, enough waffling, I'm going to hit Ryan now. I mean hit the computer. I mean start writing. Geez...
Well, it kind of has been in some ways, but the story has come to me much easier than I hoped. Mind you, this last two chapters has me dithering around LOL - not wanting to rush it or finish it too quickly. Sometimes beginning and ending a book are the hardest things to do. Starting interestingly and finishing satisfyingly.
So just wanted to update you all as to where I am at the moment.
Today is a day off my day job, it's 10:45 in the morning. I was up early, swept and mopped the floor, taken Polly (one of the cats) to the vet to get her teeth scaled and cleaned, done the shopping, put it all away, done the emails - now I'm settling in to write. Got Reba McEntire playing on the computer, along with some Elvis Presley, John Legend, Evanescence and some others. Diet Coke by my elbow, Evie (the naughty cat) causing havoc somewhere - I'll have to check what she's up to in a minute, that little turkey could be up to anything - and then I'm settling down to write for the rest of the day - apart from picking the cat up again when the vet rings to say she's ready!
Ah yes, Polly was a grumpy bum this morning. No breakfast (the horror of it!) and shut into Mum's room so she couldn't do a runner under my bed. Interestingly, have you ever noticed when a cat knows it's going to the vet that they seem to kind of melt onto the quilt? You literally have to tunnel your hand under them to lift them up and they kind of flop each side of your hand. It's like they're Velcroed to the bed. And dead weight? Polly was both. Amazing, simply amazing. But I managed to peel her off the bed with a bit of grunting (on my part) and foul looks (on her part) and got her into the basket. I got a phone call from the vet nurse a few minutes ago to say she'd fractured her canine and could they remove it? This is an indoor cat, how the heck did she manage to fracture her canine tooth? Anyway, the tooth's coming out (poor baby) and she'll come home on pain killers. Geez, when I'm not nursing people at work, I'm nursing furries at home!
Okay, enough waffling, I'm going to hit Ryan now. I mean hit the computer. I mean start writing. Geez...
