Loving this. There are definite echoes between making space for a dog and a book in one's life. There can also be mutual benefits. In 1989 I was frantically writing my first book, The Burning Season - 100,000 nonfiction words in 100 days (after four months of reporting). My dog at the time, Woody, ended up in my Acknowledgements for "keeping me human" through my daily park walks with him.
Loving this. There are definite echoes between making space for a dog and a book in one's life. There can also be mutual benefits. In 1989 I was frantically writing my first book, The Burning Season - 100,000 nonfiction words in 100 days (after four months of reporting). My dog at the time, Woody, ended up in my Acknowledgements for "keeping me human" through my daily park walks with him.
There are so many echoes, right? And they resonate.
Also, that's so many words in 100 days for such a great book. I'm glad Woody was there keeping you human. What a good boy!