It's about time

I've been MIA for a hot minute but I'm back. I had fallen into the daily grind of work, sleep, hating work, talking about work, sleep, and more work. Stop. No more of that madness. It's so easy to get sucked into that world and hard to readjust when you get out. Being stressed for a year takes it's toll on your body, mind and dancers.

Last night Patrick literally scares the shit out of Pelota. Pup and I decided to go for a walk and Pat was MarioWiiplaying on the couch. I stopped near the mailbox to let pup sniff around when Patrick ran around the bushes and made some crazy noise. Pelota took off and ripped the leash right out of my hand, growling the entire time he was running away. Perfect guard dog we have. He came back when he realized he was far enough away to be out of harms way and it was only dumb Pat. I looked down and saw something all over the puppy and yes you know the rest. I had to clean him off and wash my hands before we could go on our evening walk. Way to go Puppydaddy.

I have decided that this world needs another book like it needs a hole in the ozone, but hell with it...someone might read it. Where to start is the hard part. What will it be about? Do I have this woman character searching for herself in Europe surrounded by booze, art, languages, boys, and tapas? Will she be funny like me? Does she need to have the experiences that I have had but with a twist to make them even more amazing or is it a book about people? My character could hate people and go through her life retelling the reasons people let her down. Will my other characters have your names or will I change them...just a little? I think the starting is the hard part. I think I'll just start in the middle and go back to the start and the ending...well it's not happened yet I guess.

Lets start. Go.