I’m alive! But still in my writing cave. Not talking about the book right now, just writing, hoping and praying. But yesterday, I got out for a while to hang out with author-friend Karin Tabke. I met her years ago through the Murder She Writes blog and it was so freaking awesome to see her again. We spent three hours just talking and I could have gone on forever. I hope we can get together again soon.
So otherwise, I’m mostly working, but at night when I stop, my eyes have been tired so I don’t read. Instead, I’ve been watching tons of episodes of Dog Whisper with Caesar Milan. I’m pretty much overdosing on this because A) I love dogs, and B) It’s easy watching on my Kindle Fire and I can wind down. I don’t really have to think.
So…yesterday morning Wizard and I were talking about going to see his brother up north this year, and I said, “I heard you tell your brother on teh phone yesterday, ‘Yeah Jen works a lot but she enjoys it.'”
He gave me a confused look. “And the problem? You do enjoy it.”
“Not always, I can’t wait to be done. In fact, I’m going to quit.” I warmed up the idea so I could quit worrying about how I’m going to end this book, get it edited and to the editor in just a few days. Plus I have my next Once A Marine book to do line edits on one second after I send in CAGED MAGIC. Projects are stacking up and I’m feeling the pressure.
“Quit and do what?” Wizard asked. “Let’s face it, you don’t sit around and do nothing very well.”
That’s not true. I am fantastic at being lazy and unproductive. However I had a backup plan. “I’m going to quit and start a new career training dogs.” For which I am completely unqualified but I hate letting details ruin my fantasy.
Without missing a beat, Wizard said, “Go right ahead. Set up your business online.”
“How am I going to train dogs online?” That’s just stupid. And I know he’s just humoring me so I started up the stairs to do something or other, done with the conversation.
Wizard used his oh-so-patient voice.”You set up your business online to get clients.”
I stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down at him. “Oh, that makes more sense.” It’s almost like he’s taking me seriously.
“You can call it Cleopatra.”
“What?” I mean has he been thinking about this? I was kidding about training dogs, I don’t even have a dog. But I was curious. “Why would I call it Cleopatra?”
“Because the name Caesar is taken.” (Caesar Milan from Dog Whisperer)
I walked right into that one. Sigh.
So how was your weekend?