Maybe the title is a bit dramatic; the First Evil is not coming for me (10 pts for anyone who immediately recognized the reference). But the first day of the next semester is fast approaching and I'm looking at everything I don't have done. And my husband is the literary version of my brother's puppy.
I'd seen pictures, but unlike my dad and husband, I'm not a dog person. I haven't taken trips to my brother's house just to visit his pup. Then last weekend, my brother took his family out of town and got my husband to agree to dog-sit. This juvenile Great Dane is already bigger than the full grown Dobermans I grew up with, but with all the energy of a little yappy dog. Since he's crate trained, we were able to go out around his schedule, but the rest of our weekend was punctuated by, "Humans! I love you, you love me? Wanna play? I wanna play! Can I sniff your butt? Sit on your lap? Chew your house shoes? Playplayplayplayplayplay!"
Having put aside all that I'm working on to read the first half of his unfinished manuscript, I still had to go to bed last night/this morning (I've gotta work on my sleep schedule) to "I introduced a new character! Wanna read it? This who he is and what he does and how I introduced him. Do you like him? Wanna read it now? Whatcha think?!" Only to sleep in late and wake up to, "You gotta read my new scene! Here's who's in, this is what they said, this is what it's leading to. Wanna read it? Whatcha think? Is it OK? Why aren't you reading it?!"
On the upside, my husband doesn't smell like a dog and I don't have to take him for walks in the snow. On the downside, my brother took the crate with him when he picked his pup up.
Meanwhile, I've got to work on my own projects because, once classes start, who knows when I'll be able to sneak in the time?
Oh, but I can't go without mentioning that I was guest blogger for J.A. Campbell's Tea Time. All mentioned!