Though I got some work done on the governmental form for my story’s featured city, an important piece of the plot, I did not write as much as I wish I could have.
One of our dogs slipped out the gate when my back was turned and I didn’t notice she was gone for about 30 minutes. By that time, being a runner, she could have been half way across town. I searched, by car and on foot, but I knew after the first “Bella, come!” and no dog showed it was a fools errand. We’ve just moved and she’s only been on a few walks. I doubt she’s imprinted on “home” yet.
Honestly; after that, I really didn’t feel like writing. A terrible no-good fucked up day :-T
Ravven (@Ravven) said:
I am so sorry to hear that – has there been any news since you wrote this? That is such a horrible feeling. Hopefully someone will find her and you’ll be able to get her home safely. We used to have Siberian huskies and they were terrible for running – once they’d gotten out they just wouldn’t stop. 😦
Some news. Check out day four’s post. I’m trying to keep a positive perspective, but as the person I am–prone to suspicion and melancholy, it’s hard. So close! At least she’s in the neighborhood and we’ve had some sightings.