Even the Dog Cares

I haven't edited my novel since the editing party.  I thought I might edit last Friday, but I didn't, had a funky day, and spent most of Friday recovering.  The funkiness was caused by two things:  being completely overcapacity for the week and planning to edit.  I didn't edit, and it weighed on my mind.  As far as being overcapacity, I hadn't given myself any space to process anything that had happened that week.

I got over the funkiness (my new, positive word for just about completely breaking down), and life improved.

Today I planned on editing.

Funny enough (or is that funky enough?), I was feeling some resistance.  Mainly because last time I edited, the editing itself went fine; it was the aftermath that was hell.  I didn't mind the idea of editing, but I certainly didn't want to have nightmares.

Thankfully, people have been reaching out to me often.  Chris called in between appointments to see how I was doing because he knew I planned on editing today.  Vicky called to check in and tell me she loved me.  Lee, even though she's incredibly busy, invited me to a quick lunch tomorrow.  Antonette and Stacy call, e-mail, and IM me all the time.  Sandra tells me that she'll take a bullet for me.  (Sandra, I don't think it will come to that.  I hope.)  I know others out there support and love me.

The unexpected check-in?  Samwise stayed as close to me as he possibly could the whole time I was editing.  He would normally be in the same room with me, lying in the sun or on his bed.  Today, though, he was shoved as close to my red editing chair as he could get.  No sun or dog bed in sight.  I pretty much tripped over him when I tried to get up.

It's nice to be loved and supported, and today I don't feel like I'm drowning and alone.  Tonight or tomorrow might be a different story, but for today, I'm okay--thanks to all the humans and canines in my life. 

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[Sandra Trca-Black]

I believe it is no coincidence that "dog" is "god" spelled backwards. :)