Judgy Hound is Judging
Banjo Does Not Approve. Of something.
Continuing to Pick Nits
I’m currently reading through the ms. Finding the “stupidents” before I send it anywhere. I’d forgotten to flip the “include in compile” switch on a key scene, so I had to run the compile again
Good thing I checked, right?
I have finished the revision: 91,000 words of Paranormal Crime Noir set in 1934 Los Angeles. Now to read though it and send it on to my agent and Beta readers. Usually I feel relieved, tired, sad, and a little dissatisfied with my work at this stage. But I really like this one.
Now I worry that I have no taste, and it sucks. Writers…
Just Photos of My Dogs
We got the dogs some new Jolly Balls on July 4 and they’ve been playing with them in the yard until they’re both exhausted. Good thing too: our neighbors set off very loud, colorful fireworks for two and a half hours starting about 21:30 that night. Normally Jack and Banjo dislike loud noiseds and bark like mad, but they were too tired to get wound-up about the noise this year.
Remind me to buy “The Best Toys EVAR!” (according to Jack and Banjo) again next year.
And below is Banjo playing with “his” Jolly Ball while Jack looks on. Jack doesn’t like to be recorded, so he sat this one out.