Those of you who have read here for a while probably have a good (and true) idea that it takes something equivalent to a nuclear explosion to get me to leave home and travel and when I do it it’s pretty much guaranteed that the reason is some doggy event. Well, here I am typing this on my netbook from a motel in Albuquerque after a day on the road, with a very unhappy Schara panting on the end of the bed. See below for what I, at least, think are very funny Schara in motel stories.
The purpose of this post, though, is to pass along the info that Regan Walker emailed me today to say that she’s just read Eyes, loved it, and is featuring it on her blog tomorrow, the 10th. She’s making June her Western Historical Romance month, and Shirl Henke will make a guest appearance at the end of the week. Further, next week, she’ll post her list of best Western Historicals, and she was nice enough to give me a heads up that Eyes will be on it.
News: Victor is now officially adopted by me. Of course instead of some wonderful doggy celebration, he’s getting to spend a few days in a boarding kennel while Schara and I hit the road. At the moment, I think she’d happily trade places with him.
Schara Motel Story One: Since I don’t travel much, neither does Schara. The first time she was in a motel, she was 6 years old. The noises of people in rooms around us coming and going really upset her, and she kept barking at them. So there I was, hushing her, telling her to be quiet, and really getting after her. She finally gave it up, got the point, and stopped reacting.
So, in the middle of the night, I wake to hear someone outside, stomping up and down the stairs as if he had cement shoes on, etc. I sat up, put on the light, and was listening hard, when the noise stopped right at my room door, and he (it was a he of course) started pounding on the door so hard, I swear I saw in jump in the frame. My Rottweiler? Not a peep. Hadn’t I spent all evening teaching her not to make a peep no matter what happened in this strange place? I swear she rolled her lips inward as she gave me a You Asked For It look. (Motel security took care of the guy, a drunk who said he thought it was his room.)
Schara Motel Story Two: At home Schara sleeps in a crate (open door) beside my bed. She’s never been interested in sleeping on the bed, although she’ll get up there now an then if I’m not in the bed, which I find vaguely insulting, but there it is. However, if she’s not feeling good or is worried, she all of a sudden wants the security of touching me. So on our second motel adventure, there she was, on the bed with me. Of course at home we have a king-sized bed and in the motel it was a double, so in the middle of the night, thump. She fell off the bed! Funnier still, to me, was the fact she looked around half-awake, climbed back up, and went back to sleep.
What I’m Up to Writing-Wise: I wish I could tell you. I think my plodding linear mind has come up here in the past. That means, I come up with a story, work it out in my mind, outline, and write. That is, write that one, and just that one and then go on to the next. Right now I’m in this muddle with what was to be the next book outlined and ready to go, still working on the mystery, and a new story popped up in my mind that is bugging me so much that I’m working on it when I can. My plodding linear mind has slipped the rails… or whatever.