Winter brings freezing temperatures and even Keelaa looks to find warmth and comfort.
How I feel all day and every day pic.twitter.com/Cybjt0qqwY
— Puppies 🐶🐶🐶 (@AmaziingPuppies) July 28, 2017
After a day’s work, I try to sit and tackle the homework only to be found like this within an hour’s time.
I’m not sure which is more comfortable, but you get the point.
Every night I go to my little cubby hole, I call my office. There I will attempt to write, surf the internet looking for ideas, check emails, social media, and possible play a computer game of some sort. The dogs keep me company. The little dog, Keelaa, makes sure I take my breaks from writing. I think she has an egg timer hiding somewhere that only she knows about it. We have to stop to play a game of tug. Then there is the receiving of a chew toy of some type. She prefers rawhide chews.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]In my office, I use a desktop. I do have a laptop, but I stopped using that so much ever since Keelaa came along a year ago. I used to use it in the living room, but I’m afraid the pup will use it for a launch or landing pad as she catapults herself across the couch. Now, I save the laptop for travel, especially when I go to a writing function and have to stay overnight.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]Sometimes I’m productive. I’ve learned how to put the dogs to sleep. That happens when I put Celtic music on to help me get into the zone for writing fantasy. They don’t sleep so well when I put Today’s Top Hits on, for writing Young Adult Contemporary. I always have to have some sort of background noise when I write. It can’t be perfectly quiet. Even when I was in school, I couldn’t do my homework or study without having either the radio or the tv on.
Most times, it’s night time when I go and work in my office, Monday through Friday. On the weekend, I tend to start writing by 7 am. The reason I don’t start writing at that point in the morning during the weekdays is because I have a regular 7-3 job. Yup, I work in a factory making things. Sometimes I will either weave fabric, sew fabric, or put parts together. I like my day job. I like the people I work with. I think I would be hard pressed ever to give it up, because of them.
I don’t just use a computer to write. Many times I will jot things down on scrap pieces of paper, even when I’m at work. If an idea comes to me, I have to capture it before it is lost in the abyss of the mind. That is where the pens and pencils come in. I make my own notebooks up with blank cardstock that I can print a cover design on. This I fill with lined paper and use brass fasteners to hold it all together.
My ideal space would have everything I need in a day, right there in my office. Unfortunately, I lack the room. A small refrigerator for cold drinks would be nice. Room for exercise equipment would be nice too. Then there needs to be storage space for all the manuscript files and don’t forget bookshelves for all those books I need to read.
Someday, I’ll be able to have an office like that. For now, I’m happy the way things are.
What will they come up with next? I guess these have been out for a few years, I just never came across them until now. We could have used one of these on our older Pup, Julie, a few years ago. That was when she decided to take a stroll down the road without anyone’s escort. We became worried when we had trouble finding her.
After one last search, we found her at the end of the road, on the back side of the snow embankment. She is old and has trouble climbing. I guess she must have gotten on that side of the road where there hadn’t been any snow blocking her path. When she tried to return, she discovered she was trapped. I can imagine how scared she must have gotten.
Julie had appeared to have given up. She lay on her side in the snow, looking dead. I shouted her name as soon as I saw her and didn’t get any response at first. Then when she realized it was us coming to her rescue, she began to move. She struggled in the snow, but couldn’t climb the snow bank. We had to push and pull her over it. She is a 100-pound dog, about the size of a golden retriever, just all black.
Had her fur been white, I bet we’d never have seen her.
I think, sometime in the future, I may be investing in one of these tracking devices for my dogs.
This is, Keelaa, we sometimes call her Keelaa Bean. She’s the little one who is constantly checking to see if I’ve finished writing. She makes this little noise that sounds like she is saying “Mum?”
She’s too cute, and a bother at the same time. Her favorite toy is the tug rope. Outside her favorites are the tennis ball and Frisbee.