Today I plan to spend most of the day editing my book when I’m not cleaning, working out or doing something else. This is the part I hate the most but it has to be done. It should take about two weeks for the silent read-through, and another two for the electronic read-through, but I shouldn’t have to wait for the second round of editing to be done before I start posting chapters.

After finishing my story I was so damn tired. I guess 6 hours of near non-stop thinking and writing will do that to you. Next thing I know I also have the backache from hell. So I go to lay down to the tune of the motorcycle thinking the Jes pest was on its way out, but then it came down on the ATV to ask if Wednesday or Thursday would be a good day to finish the pipe. Now why couldn’t he have just picked up the phone and called to ask me this???

As much as I sometimes wish the dogs would drop dead, they really are adorable and so sweet and loving. It was cute how Whiskey came looking for me the other day and bowed his head down looking all guilty until I hugged him and let him know it was ok. Especially since they don’t bark when Jesse’s home or they’re running around loose in which case they usually come down to see me. I see them hanging out by the door. I’m still grateful as hell to whoever ran the puppy over a couple of years ago. Two’s company, three’s a crowd.