The Refresh of Shame

...as John calls it.

I know I've been absent for a while. That's how I've felt. Absent from my writing. And it is very frustrating after the rush of creativity in November. There should have been momentum, but everything came to a dead halt in December. Work has been much busier with the end of the year, but it doesn't account for all of it.

Jenny posted about another metaphor for "filling the well". Her grape metaphor comes close. But I feel more like a balloon that's been deflated. Not a slow leak either. It's like someone just let go. Maybe they let go mid-month last month. The creative burst was me flying around the room.

The dogs are here right now so I'm pretty distracted still. Maybe I should just wait and be conventional. Start again in January. That's what a new year is for, yes? I got a couple award-winning mysteries for Christmas. Sounds like a good week to just read. Maybe that will put some more air in me.

Dogs!

A friend dropped off her dogs last night. She and her husband are out of town through the weekend. Both dogs are mixed breed, about medium size (maybe 50ish pounds) and sweet as they can be.

My cat is not pleased. Spooky has been an only cat for a very long time. The dogs' arrival means she is relegated to the blue room. This will mean many tufts of black cat hair will have to be removed before any kind of painting can start. So no redecorating this weekend.

I also have to be careful about the fence between my back yard and that of the neighbors to the west. They have 3 dogs who like to charge the fence when Kita and Missy are visiting. Another one of those projects that may move up the list soon.

An update on the hornet nest: When I sprayed it, most of the hornets flew out under their own steam. Only about 3 died. None of the survivors moved back so I knocked it down. Mission accomplished.

I have a feeling Spooky will be harder to deal with when the dogs go home.