So, Otis is officially the Best Dog Ever.
He highly recommends you consider adopting an older dog. They come with all Good Dog Software already installed.
Housebroken? check. Socialized? check. Gets along with household felines? check. Likes kids? check. Good manners when walking on a leash? check. Knows how to give high fives? check. Seriously, just bring him home and you have an Instant Best Friend, no additional hardware required.Here he is being all cute and relaxing on his blanket after a visit to the dog park.
|"You are not currently petting Otis, or feeding him treats. |
Let's try to work on that."
After a few months with us, he's very settled in. When he first arrived, he had a bit of anxiety during thunderstorms, but now even that seems to be relaxing. A few days ago we had a rather loud afternoon storm, and he just hung out on the couch, instead of trying to cram himself under my desk as he had on previous occasions.
The one thing he hasn't been very helpful with is picking out a title for my manuscript.
That is one of the most aggravating parts of writing, I find.
I walk through the book store reading spine after spine, thinking, "Wow, that's brilliant." and then I get back to my own project. I stare at my list of potential titles. And they are all somehow, in their own ways, completely terrible.
I was never especially intimidated by queries - condensing my manuscript down into a little less than a page is one thing. Coming up with five words or less that can grab a potential reader and make them want to read the jacket, or better yet, open to page one? Eeek.
So that's where I am in the writing world, fellow scribes.