So I'm having a bit of a blah day, folks. Very much a why bother kind of day. I opened up the document for the new novel, and felt blah about it. And then I opened up the ms that's currently making rounds to smaller Canadian presses, and felt blah about it. Blah. Blah.
I mean, why bother? Why bother, when the newest recipient of the Orange Prize is a mere 25 years old, or when the author of the latest YA fantasy craze is only. Twenty. Two? Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all of the talent that's out there, in the world. Some days, I wonder if I really have anything worthwhile to say.
The good news, of course, is that these kind of feelings don't last forever. Especially when there are PUPPIES involved!
My sister and her partner got a new puppy, two days ago. Her name is Aries. She's a Rottweiler. But not just any Rottweiler. THE CUTEST ROTTWEILER EVER. And today, smack in the middle of my struggles with the computer, they came and paid a visit. So I took a much needed break from the blah-ness and the humdrum-ity (and that's a word because I say so), and ran around on the lawn with a puppy. I won't go so far as to say that it reinvigorated my creative fire, at least not yet, but it certainly was happy times.
I mean, how can one not rejoice when there are such things as puppies in the world?
I mean, why bother? Why bother, when the newest recipient of the Orange Prize is a mere 25 years old, or when the author of the latest YA fantasy craze is only. Twenty. Two? Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all of the talent that's out there, in the world. Some days, I wonder if I really have anything worthwhile to say.
The good news, of course, is that these kind of feelings don't last forever. Especially when there are PUPPIES involved!
My sister and her partner got a new puppy, two days ago. Her name is Aries. She's a Rottweiler. But not just any Rottweiler. THE CUTEST ROTTWEILER EVER. And today, smack in the middle of my struggles with the computer, they came and paid a visit. So I took a much needed break from the blah-ness and the humdrum-ity (and that's a word because I say so), and ran around on the lawn with a puppy. I won't go so far as to say that it reinvigorated my creative fire, at least not yet, but it certainly was happy times.
I mean, how can one not rejoice when there are such things as puppies in the world?
