Posts Tagged: ‘puppies’

my first trick or treaters

October 31, 2012 Posted by the writer

The last three Halloweens have been hectic. For example, Exhibit A and Exhibit B of village shenanigans – and the ever so popular double whammy parties of 2009.

I consider Halloween to be extra special for many reasons. This year, I walked three miles to work (since Sandy ate the subway), three miles back… and then I had to take Henry to the vet again. Settling into another country hasn’t been a simple task for my poor little baby.

I know the feeling.

So I came home a bit glum that this Halloween wasn’t quite holding a candle to my last three… when something completely surreal dawned on me.

Trick or treaters. (more…)

the puppies do manhattan

October 21, 2012 Posted by the writer

Yesterday Timothy, myself and two small creatures wandered across the Queensborough Bridge. That’s right blog tribe, the puppies totally did Manhattan.

As suspected, they were very pleased to wander through Turtle Bay to the delight of Henry and Lily dancing for pats all the way. Manhattan residents don’t try to look tough like Queens locals. They’re more than happy to praise adorableness.

The puppies were stopped by two new friends before we even crossed a single avenue. So we decided to take them to Central Park.

Central Park up around 110 Street on a Monday might be someplace for the babies to explore. Dead-guts-center visiting of Central Park, near the zoo, as autumn colors crawl to bloom and peepers come out for Saturday strolls… not so much.

To be honest, children and tourists were not the greatest predator of the park. Nor were horses pulling carriages or yappy yuppy dogs being carried by mumsie – oh no.

Squirrels. Squirrels, I have come to learn, are the puppies archnemesis. There are no squirrels in Australia, my friends. I have gotten many-a-hoot from observing my Aussie travel companions snap shots of bushy tailed rats. While I’ve never had any personal beef with squirrels, I don’t think I’ve ever taken a photo of one either.

I suppose it’s how some of my Aussie family feels about Kookaburras. Alas, I digress.

The puppies hate squirrels. They want to eat them. I believe it has something to do with their history of rat catching. Not with me, I mean like bloodline stuff. Although Henry did catch a rat once when I was living in Queensland. It ran out of some rubbish left over from renovations… gross.

In closing, the puppies love New York City. Check. I’m going to go back to working on a book. Hopefully I can trade it for a check to buy a farmhouse. Then the puppies can have a yard to catch all the squirrels they want.

conflict. dog book. numbers.

October 11, 2012 Posted by the writer

My novel needs conflict. I’ve been reading through thousands of words of characters and places and smells, sights and sounds. But there isn’t quite enough “I’m so torn over this, this and this” that a page-turner requires.

I’m working on it.

While I was pedaling the puppies around at 5.30 this morning. It occurred to me that I’m probably more catering to the needs of my domestic creatures than a lot of humans. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Dog Whisperer. In fact, Henry nearly ate the leg off a stray cat the other day as I dove between them. Squirrels, cats and small furry things seem like a special treat to bring back home when you’re a Terrier.

I digress…

Aside from needing some type of basic training for a happy life, dogs need heaps more than that. Like exercise, decent food, pats… that sort of stuff.

I’ve started to note some chapters for a dog book and lit up to when a sister scribe stopped in to share similar thoughts.

I bought and Accounting text book online and have started flipping pages. Considering that I work a lot with converting numbers into words, I figure anything to help me speak balance sheet is useful. So my brain is happy at the moment. We all know how I love 8,000 projects at once.

I think novel, dog book with a side of mathematics will keep me focussed for a few minutes.

Back to conflict.

shout out to the puppies

October 9, 2012 Posted by the writer

I realize I gush about them frequently, but the puppies really are two uniquely special angels to caretake my existence.

A Writer mate of mine used to talk about how he really appreciated the gym because word nerds spend so much time hunched over pages and keys, it’s refreshing to bend the body in different ways and motivate yourself out of a workspace.

While I do enjoy my 30 minute gym romps during lunch, I have an entirely different dependency on the puppies. They’ve been here about a month now and have brightened life during moments and in ways where I am left praising the Universe for delivering two unconditionally loving piles of smiling fur who only want to play and dance.

Shout out to the puppies.

Themes in my novel are rising during my current project that weren’t there before. As I hoped whilst hustling my return, swimming in New York City every day swishes the most beautiful canvas of secrets and stories.

I’m going to keep on keeping on. I’ll be a bit closer to novel than I was today. And one day closer to releasing Poetry: Volume Three, which will conclude my first published trilogy of lyrical verse and syllable batterings.

book. bike.

October 7, 2012 Posted by the writer

The puppies and I have a new bike! I have been missing my red bicycle since migrating to New York City last September and the puppies have been longing for a good run.

You can imagine how overjoyed I was to come home from work Friday to the sight of a proud husband and two dancing puppies standing around the yellow bicycle that would heal the heartbreak of having to leave good old Red behind.

The past two days have been spent being pulled around Sunnyside by two appreciative puppies. We also had our own private Oktoberfest yesterday and spent a lot of time sleeping during the first coziest fall evenings when you start to remember what you love about blankets and the feeling of warm feet next to you at night. Reading books in bed… sipping warm drinks.

There has also been book happening. Words pool in piles of 500 and I’m being less critical and more practical. A pile of 70,000 is bound to turn into something. Every page that I create at this moment is adding an interesting link to chapters already penned. Sections are sticking to each other in new ways, characters are being killed and created.

At the moment all of this happening to the sound of jazz with two sleeping puppies by my side and a husband making goodies in the kitchen.

Sunnyside really was what I needed for a minute. Moving four miles out of midtown has been enough of a change to build a refreshed writing fortress and still close enough to see skyscrapers of publishers I’ll be pitching to in the not so distant future. I feel focussed… it’s nearly odd.

I was distracted for a bit…

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