Break time!

Tonight at seven o'clock I put the finishing touches on Chapter number 30 of my novel about a dog that rescues an alcoholic Army vet.
Only six more to rewrite and edit!

It will probably end up around 300 pages after the last edit by the "professional."

I expect to have my part done by around July the eighth. I would probably get it done next weekend, and I might, if it rains at the shore on the fourth, and I have nothing else to do.

I have been working on it since December and it has been a labor of love, based on a eulogy I wrote for a great dog back in May 2002. It has evolved into something so much more, and my editor and agent are eagerly awaiting the not quite finished project. My weekly meeting to report on my progress and go over the chapters I finished is tomorrow afternoon after work.
In late July I have a test group ready to read it and give input.

It is a work of fiction, but I drew from real life events to drive the story. I hope someday early next year it will be at the local bookstore. It is my dream, and I may not get it, but it will not be from lack of trying.

I will be back to regular three times a week blog posting sometime in July. After I finish this I will need a break. I still write daily in my journal, but between my full time job, my part time property management, and writing my novel, blogging regularly got put aside.

Under the Weather Puppy

Lucy gave us quite a scare this morning at 4:30 AM, when she suddenly suffered a massive and violent seizure. She started foaming at the mouth and convulsing, and rolled over on her right side. I ran to her and held her until the seizure subsided. She was uncharacteristically antsy last night at bedtime, and kept pacing in the hall.
It was all over in under ten minutes, she had trouble walking at first, and we wondered if she had a stroke, but then she started walking around as if nothing had happened, before laying down and going into a sound sleep.
I called from work at 7:15, and Mrs C said she was still sleeping peacefully, snoring away, but Sally and Ethel had both come in and lay down, snuggling up next to her, and licking Lucy.
I called the vet at 9 AM and got her in for a 4 PM appointment. At 3:30, as I was preparing to take her, she started having another, suffering several tremors, and I rushed her to the vets office, where they were able to witness this, less violent attack.
It could be anything, and they did her blood work, but within minutes she was fine again, and her happy little self. She's a senior dog, more than 12 years old, which translates into the 80s for an average human. I've been more worried about Ethel, who will be 13 in June, that Lucy had issues was something out of the blue. I know it is inevitable, but I hate thinking about it.
Lucy is my little black shadow that follows me around the house wherever I go.