Stopping to eat, maybe for the night. Am through 411 pages. About 60 to go. Time to read an Inspector Sejer mystery, or maybe finish my Michaelangelo book. I took some great photos in the town cemetery but accidentally deleted them. A signal to take it easy for a bit.

  Life with  four dogs is different. I think I’ll write some about that this week. Dog politics are better than human politics. There isn’t just a left and a right. It’s actually interesting.

 Back at the editing. Took breaks: bike ride, walk with the dogs, photo shoot in the town cemetery.
I’ll post in a bit. A computer screw-up ate some of my book. Got a lot  of typing to do. The good news – only 80 pages to go, and then I read it over again. You never stop finding things. Beautiful autumn day. Every breath is sweet. Bad sleep night. Too much going on in my head.

 Frieda with one of Maria’s potholders. Frieda is a working dog and loves to help Maria sell her potholders. And they are selling, for sure.

 I am down to the last 80 or so pages on the (hopefully) final edit to “Rose In A Storm.” The process ought not be hurried, and I will go back and read it over, but I’ve been posting an editing coundtown on  FB, a first for me, and somehow encouraging and helpful as my fingers ache and my vision blurs.
  This is a challenging book, my first novel in some time, and one told from the point of view of an animal that doesn’t talk or have language. My editor has sent the book back four or five times, and the annoying part is that her suggestions and criticism are valid.  That’s also the creative part.
 So we are making a book together, and it is as exciting as it is exhausting.
 This should be the final edit before it goes into some form of production for publication next year, and I am eager to start the next novel, tentatively titled “Rose Running.”  I can’t really stop at this pointing, and reading over the novel is very good for me, gives me a real sense of pace and voice.
 I will break in an hour or so to try and get some foliage shots in nearby Vermont. I never did this in school, which is why I was such a crummy student and got kicked out of two colleges.   

 Still editing the final draft of “Rose In A Storm.” Might head on on another short bike ride to clear my head. 75 pages to go, beautiful day. Going out this afternoon to try and get a good foliage shot, something that has eluded me mostly.