Black dogs, mind bogs, and the silver lining of today!

So I awoke to find the Black Dog still curled up snugly in my brain, just like my mom's dog, Jax, was curled around me in real life. ::sighs::  I wanted, no, I needed, today to be different from yesterday, so I took the initiative and emailed a potential employer about a nanny gig.

I can honestly say I never thought of myself as a nanny, but these past years have shown me that I have a natural knack when it comes to taking care of people, no matter their age.  I've been exchanging some emails and am trying to not get my hopes up, but they're rising all on their own.

Anywho, back to the creative front:  The Black Dog dragged me into a quagmire in my mind and I have yet to get out.  A large chunk of my story revolves around and takes place on an alien desert planet.  Feels like I'm stuck in quicksand as I try to stay away from sci-fi industry standards like: Frank Herbert's "Dune" or Roddenberry's "Vulcan".

Good luck to me with that.

Perhaps this weekend will be a better Writing Weekend for me than others have been.

Ta!

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  1. UnknownAugust 18, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    Keep at it honey! And don't worry too much about your writing ending up like someone else's. In my experience even very similar stories can be totally different when told by different people. You're voice will come through:)

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