Tag: Doh – Rey – Me
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It’s Not Done Yet
…but the old man is thinking about it. Stay Tuned!
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Things not thought of
For 1000, Alex. That’s not exactly true. I think of it each day that goes by without a next chapter. You’d think that in retirement, you could spend all day every day on whatever you want, and you could do that—if you were rich and had someone else doing all the other crap that goes…
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Wolves, wildcats…
Winter storms… Mountain wilderness… Rangers, FBI, state police… Bad guys, kidnapped kids… Hero K9s, escapees, a good guy… What’s missing? 27 is coming along. 28 & 29 are on the drawing board. A finish is in sight. Like doing something you love for a long time and once you’re finished, you feel empty. I can…
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A tempest of words
Jess, Aiya, Chins, Itzy, Bitsy, Doh, Rey, Me, Slammer, the rest of the girls being trafficked, and the old man, have their work cut out for them in order for this mess to end well. There has already been a tragedy in the pack. How much more will it cost to save the day?
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Wolfing around today
…not able to do more than photos. These Vet events are taxing. I just want to sleep, but sleep is NOT where I should be after a dose of memories like that. I’ll be up ’til the wee hours before the demons give up and let me sleep, the little fuckers. One thing is certain.…
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The End
Popi loves you.
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Not Yet
…but the old man is thinking about it. Stay Tuned!
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Those damn cats!
They are going to get out. You know it. I know it. The old man knows it, and Doh is waiting for them. How will that confrontation go down when all three cats are out?
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What the…?
I think I’m seeing things. This is where writing the story goes off the rails, and I’m forced to make sure I haven’t accidentally taken an Hallucinogenic, and if not, try to recover whatever happened to the wolves. There are three, then two, then three, and the old man thinks nothing of it. In fact…
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How do you create…
…quickly or carefully? I have always seemed to be a wing-it kind of writer. I have a general idea about the story I’m creating but the details are often left to chance. Wherever a thought takes me is where the story goes next. Does that make sense? For instance. I wasn’t sure until today what…
