It’s been one of those weeks and it’s only Wednesday.
My baby dog of nine years, Gracie, is lying at my feet with labored breathing and full-body swelling that four days in the doggie hospital couldn’t sort out.
Sam brought Gracie home for me as a present even before we were married, and although she rides with him every day in the front seat of the Ranger, like a little canine Lieutenant, she is my dog.
This morning at daylight, Sam and I had to work calves. For the first time in history, Gracie couldn’t go. Moving cattle hither and yon is her life’s work and even though she chewed the moulding off the kitchen door trying to prove she was up to the task, I know better. She is bad sick and nobody knows why.
Concurrently, I have a stuff coming up I need a little help with, not the least of which is the direction of this blog. So I decided to fast for a few weeks and try to get a little clarity.
Fasting is a spiritual practice that I’d never really tried, except when I gave up coffee for Lent. Since I did that successfully I figured I might try the three-week Daniel Fast. I’m on day three and having a hard time staying off the couch.
There’s a lot more to say about fasting and I will after I spend three weeks eating like a vegan monk at AA – no sugar, no coffee, no alcohol, only water and things that grow from seed. I noticed recently that I control what comes out of my mouth a lot better than I what goes in it and it’s a problem. So more on that later.
But most importantly, I had a long, discouraging email exchange with a potential literary agent yesterday. She said she would like to represent my work but my platform (code for how famous you are blog, Twitter, etc) is too darn small.
I can’t help but think of all the Kardashian-esque ways to fix that problem but that approach is a little incompatible with my work. Plus, Sam and I are old. So, you know, that’s out.
Hopefully, this low, hungry time, where I lay on the floor and pray for my dog, will be the rainstorm I need to rinse away all the non-essentials and come up sparkly and clean. That way we can get down to the way things are, just as fast as we can.
6 thoughts on “On Cattle Dogs and Discouragement.”
thinking of you this evening sweet cousin. Got your card today. I miss you and I will pray for you too! xoxoxo-k
thanks darling. xo
How about I write you into my will as guardian of my kids.. .then you can ‘assume’ my blog, notoriety and drama and that should be enough for any literary agent…..plus your awesome book! (Hugs – God has a plan through all of this.)
Thanks lady and when you have time to write a book about all your adventures (maybe compile your blog) I will read it.
I don’t understand why really good writers with something good to say have a difficult time. Unwilling to sell my soul for it! There’s gotta be a way…just haven’t figured it out yet.
I think not quitting is the only answer that makes sense. And to not despise the day of small beginnings….xo