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To writing! lol On Friday, I started writing a great scene on my current wip. I went to bed that night visualizing exactly how it would play out, and on Saturday real life took over. I had relatives stop by the house, which I was really happy about. Then last night hubs needed attention. This morning, I’m biting my nails wanting to start writing, but once again things keep popping up and dragging me away from the computer. Most of the time I have the weekends planned out and I know I won’t be able to snatch big blocks of time, but I really want to write this scene.

This is one time that I can’t wait for Monday to come so I can get back in the groove.

In the meantime, I swear I’m going to keep this scene fresh in my mind. I’m writing about werewolves. I find myself studying our three dogs. Our old dog is anything but werewolf like. She’s deaf, half blind, and she can’t even smell bacon cooking. My dog (she’s claimed me, but I’m still making up my mind 5 years later if she’s really my dog. lol) has an unusual habit of not letting me out of her sight. So, I’m paying close attention to how she uses her enhanced vision to view the world, and ignoring the way she whines if I hide from her. The big St. Bernard… *sigh* He’s stealthy. This shoe stealing, chicken grabbing, sneaky canine has given me insight on how difficult it must be for a big wolf to be free but invisible. If the St. Bernard can do it, werewolves must be the James Bond of the canine world.

So, if someday you read a book from me about werewolves, and you recognize the personalities behind the wolves…blame the three mutts that live at my house!