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. Pe...
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