I don’t know which is worse, having no story idea at all or having too many to choose from. I can’t decide which of three ideas to develop, so for now I’m not writing. I’m all right with that. I’m reading and catching up on some episodes of Mad Men, Revolution, Person of Interest, and Rectify—my new favorite.
That’s not to say I’m not thinking about writing. At least once a day I decide which book to work on, but before long I’m undecided again. I’d say that’s a clue to wait. Maybe I’ll write a new short story or two. Maybe I’ll take another look at that first novel I wrote. Or birth a poem.
We have a new puppy in our house to occupy me too. She’s a miniature schnauzer named Maggie. My husband and I have talked on and off about getting another dog since our springer spaniel, Lizzie, died. But coincidences surrounded the arrival of this dog in our lives.
First, I dreamed about my father and then, in that half-waking state afterward, I thought of the white puppy he told me he had in his childhood. Two days later, my husband happened to see a classified ad by a woman needing to sell her white puppy. She was asking $350—my husband offered her $50. She gasped and turned him down, of course, but he asked her to keep our phone number, just in case.
The woman said she got several calls and checked out a couple of prospects, but didn’t like them for one reason or another. She called us back and asked if we’d like to meet Maggie. So we did and found her perfect for us. On the way home, I realized I was hazy on the date our Lizzie died. For some reason, I always remember it as being in April, so I got out the vet records. What I discovered is that we adopted Maggie exactly four years after we lost Lizzie. Coincidences, yes. Still …
Anyway, that’s the state of my life as we head into mid-May—can you believe almost half the year is gone already? So yeah. I’m not writing, but who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe I’ll start work on the best novel of my life—the best so far, at least. What’s up with you?