It is not because I haven't wanted to write. I write all the time in my head. I write in my iPhone Notes app as much as I can remember about any great idea that runs through my brain. I've been carrying around many stories that are percolating and bouncing around those web-covered synapses. But getting right down to the real work, or the hard part, is what is so difficult.
I've come to the realization that telling people I am a writer for my entire life is going to turn out to be a lie unless I get started. At the far end of the 6th decade of my life, there's finite time to publish that book I've started so many years ago. There are stories to write, poems to rhyme (or not). I have to get to work.
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| Princess Punkie Poo, Basenji/Chihuahua |
About PunkiePoo and Hannah Banana
So many stories! My pup, Punkie Poo (Pumpkin), needs to have her tale put down on paper. It has been nine months since she drowned off Islamorada Key in the Florida Keys. I miss her every day and it breaks my heart that her time on this earth was so short. The car crash I had that resulted in her death and damaged my body and brain has caused a lot of internal struggle and recovery. I have to tell her supernatural story and how she saved my life by giving up her own and how, although she drowned on the oceanside of Lower Matecumbe and floated out to sea, a beautiful woman named Marissa found her remains and helped return her to me after almost a month of searching for her, not believing she was dead.I was so lonely after losing my little soul dog, I searched for a rescue dog, another Basenji type pup to come live with us. From a photograph, I found a young, year-old female Basenji mix who needed a home. The problem? She lived in Texarkana, TX. Her king foster mother, Cindy Goldberg agreed to drive to Alabama to meet us at a Bass Pro Store. That is how Hanna Banana came to live with us!
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| Our Hannah Banana, Basenji/Terrier Girl |
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