And the words keep comin’

I’m within sight of the end. The new book will definitely go to the publisher within a couple of weeks, I’m on the final chapter now so the words are there. In the past it took about two weeks to edit and rewrite a book, going from Chapter 1 all the way through checking for, and correcting the goofs. I hate this part but it has to be done. I will receive the initial galley a week or so after submission for the  final review and approval and then, if I’m lucky, they will have the book printed four weeks after that.

I do have a decision to make. This book begins five years after the second book ended and I probably need a prolog to get the readers up to speed. Since this is the last of the trilogy I will tie it all up with an epilog to close. Then I can get on with other projects.

I’ve really been lax on this one. There were times I just couldn’t sit down in front of the computer and make any sense of the story. I do need to get on with other ideas and leave my friends in Powers Trace alone to do their thing. They are my friends, I’ve lived with them for almost three years. You become attached and I sometimes confuse the characters with real life friends. I’ve been known to talk to them, in the car, alone trying to get the dialog right. It gets weird but I love it.  

Who dat says it don’t snow in Georgia?

We Southern folk generally don’t see snow in our yards once in any year. Today we experienced the second snowfall in 12 months.

The front yard and the “E’s” fake yellow mums.

The wind-blown Old  Glory

The back yard, my writing place in the summer.

The “E’s” Gooses. Even they look cold.

As I write this the snow is still coming down. The weather man can’t get his act together and we are supposed to get either 1” or 4” inches before midnight. Needless to say all the nonbelievers are rushing to the supermarket for food, those who can’t drive in dry weather are out there skidding around the streets in town, and all schools will be closed for a week. Ah Georgia, I’d live nowhere else.

To catch up…

Luey is gone. The vet said he had age problems that would not get better. The “E” took it hard but that’s to be expected, Luey was her best friend and her constant companion for almost 15 years. She planted an Azalea bush as a head stone and we buried him with his favorite toy, a rubber banana. It’s tough getting old but he had a great life.

Now we only have Cookie, the fastest Jack Russell in the neighborhood, just a step or two slower than the squirrels she chases around our yard. She has a personality all her own and will take up some of the slack getting all the attention a dog would ever need.

Luey. A one-of-a-kind best friend.

Our house is about to become dreary, without the daily joy we have felt for the past decade plus four years, but we saw it coming the past several months. We will probably lose our Luey this week. It will be a great loss, especially for the “E”.

Luey is a miniature Schnauzer, grey and white, and could have been a show dog, he is that great looking. He always gets oohs and aahs from our neighbors, or strangers, while out walking, the groomers treat him like a star, and only the owner of the shop gives him his monthly cuts. She won’t allow another groomer to mess him up.     

He is, without a doubt, Ethel’s dog. She picked him from a litter when he was a very young pup and from that day forward Luey was by her side, or walking along at her heels, bumping her leg with his nose. He spent much of his life on her lap being coddled, hugged, and brushed. He never complained, always laid quietly on his back, as he did with me above, totally content, knowing he was the best looking animal in our house.

We have always had at least one dog in our home. All of them were special, all were treated like our children, but Luey was extra special. He will be missed terribly. There will be a huge void in our home.

He was our Luey. We loved him greatly and he returned that love a hundred fold.