Adventures in family life

So, the kids have been getting up between 6:00 and 6:30 (absolutely no change from school).  They have a routine on a checklist they’re supposed to follow, which includes taking care of the pets’ morning needs.  On Sunday, this happened…however, the gate to the back yard was standing open.  And the dog…did what dogs do, and took off.  She was almost immediately picked up by animal control to the east of us, but we didn’t find this out until Monday.  We spent Sunday looking for her, then Monday, the neighbor told us.  And I found her picture on the local humane society’s lost pets FB page.

I sent Andrew to go get her, but…they were closed.  One would have thought that they’d have done a big adoption push on Memorial Day, but…

Anyway, I went to get her yesterday, and she proved (and simultaneously disproved) her intelligence: the humane society volunteers/workers pulled the collar off over her head without unfastening it; they put it back on her the same way.  Taught the dog how to get her collar off…which she promptly did when I was trying to walk her back to the car and give her a chance to go piddle on the way.

I picked her fuzzy butt up, carried her over to the car, got the imp into his seat first, then the dog, then the pixie.  And the dog spent the six miles between the humane society and home alternating between which child’s lap she smashed (20 lb dog, 51 and 55 lb kids) and whose face she kissed.

Andrew suggested that perhaps the dog went on walkabout because we’d planned to bathe and shear the dog on Sunday.  If that was her plan, then she only put it off for a couple days: Andrew and I washed her last night, and I took scissors to her felted hair (did you know that Scotty hair mats like a felted wool sweater?).  Hopefully, she’s a bit cooler today.  And now that she’s thoroughly dry, we’ll be taking the clippers with the short guard to the rest of the dog fur, likely after supper tonight.

Assuming I can get past the fragile feeling I woke up with this morning.

But without her winter coat, the dog looks a lot more like a Scotty and less like a hairy little miniature black sheep dog from Bugs Bunny.

And that was after I’d gotten over to the old house, met the plumber, and got the leaking pipe under the house fixed.  Spent an hour and a half over there, with no furniture, and no internet, but got a chapter of Gods and Monsters written.

Which reminds me:  I’m going to have to refill my pen, soon.

Gah.

Last week wasn’t an easy week for writing.  I got one chapter written all week.  I could only get a few words out at a time through the brain fog.

It sucked.

Yesterday was the worst.  Today’s better, but the kids are home.  Attention’s divided between writing and listening for disaster (they’re outside, but…).

But still.  I’m not going to get this sucker done before they’re out of school.  I’m gonna be lucky to get it half done by the end of the month.  Up to this point, I’d managed to stick to my self-imposed schedule of a new release every other month.  I don’t think I’m going to manage something in July and something else in September.  I really don’t.

I’m 21K words into Gods and Monsters.  I’m still working on it, even if it’s coming slow.  I’m actually just about to pick it back up and continue, right now–I’ve found that longhand works best when I’m half-crippled with brain fog, so I’ve got the lap desk, notebook and pen all within reach.  I’ve just gotta go get some water and turn on the lights.

Huh. Weird combo.

I listened to Shaman’s Harvest, Rolling Stones, and blues while writing DetritusIt was initially inspired by “Low Man’s Lyric” from Metallica’s Reload album.  Blues fit.

Normalcy Bias was written over a great deal of time, in bits here and there, long hand, while I was stuck on other projects.  I don’t remember what I was listening to–or at least, I don’t, until I start reading the stories, then snatches of songs play while I re-read the work.

I listened to In This Moment’s Ritual when I was writing part of Bite Sized, and Avenged Sevenfold (both their self-titled album and Hail to the King) for part.

I’ve been looking for the music that works for Gods and Monsters (Modern Gods 4).  I think I may have found what works best for the mood: Fall Out Boy.  I haven’t struggled with it, per se, but the mood’s been a little heavier than the earlier books.

I’m not entirely certain that this will lighten it up, but it will add the snark.  And it’ll brighten it up until you look deeper.

Because FOB is like a sucking chest wound: all bubbly and dark.

Again?

I’m about 15K words into Gods and Monsters.  And it’s not going the way I wanted it to.

However, this may be a good thing for the fans that love the Modern Gods series.  The problem is that one of the nasty gods is being sneaky.  Hiding and throwing out nasty beasties that even Artemis and other gods/goddesses of the hunt are having trouble with.  And nobody knows it for sure but are beginning to suspect a problem.

This is one of half a dozen ancient, malevolent forces I’d planned to bring out.  And it’s eating my book.  Because the story line is not done yet.  And I can’t do anything else until it is.

Which means I may have been wrong.  I may have several more books.

It wasn’t what I’d planned, but it might work better than what I’d had planned.  So I’ll focus on writing about this particular nasty, and see how far it goes.  Then I’ll see if the other writing idea I woke up with for this series pans out.

It’s live.

Bite Sized is available through Amazon for sale.  If you buy the paperback, you get the Kindle version free (buy the paperback for someone else, and keep the Kindle for yourself, maybe?).  If you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free.

This means that I’ve moved on to the next project–the next (perhaps last) Modern Gods novel, Gods and Monsters.  I’m around 10K words into it, and it’s going pretty well.

It’s the second day of May.  The kids get turned loose from school on the 22nd.  They’ve got a half-day on the 17th.  We’ll see how much I can get done before writing time and energy is limited to what I can squeeze around full-time child-minding.