Look Who's 15!

The birthday boy. As you might guess from his expression, he is not a fan of having his picture taken. He's also in desperate need of a grooming.

My puppy turns 15 years old today! 

A few months ago, I didn't think I'd be saying those words. Last August/September, Benji went into kidney failure. Severe kidney failure. He lost 20% of his body weight and was refusing to eat. (If you'd smelled that prescription kidney-diet food, you'd refuse to eat, too.) The consensus was he wouldn't make it through the winter.

Yet here we are in spring (according to the calendar, anyway), and he's going strong. He's regained some kidney function. He's eating again and putting back some of the weight he lost. He's engaged and curious and active, albeit at a slower pace and with long naps in between. (Frankly, I'm jealous of his napping ability.)

We don't have any special celebration planned for today, but I think it's safe to say he'll be getting an extra treat or two as a reward for making it this far. Happy Birthday, Benji!

Another Benchmark Reached

It's 4:30 in the afternoon on Sunday, March 16, 2014. The sun is shining, the dog is snoring, and I completed Draft 3 of The Novel five and a half minutes ago. (That's 4:24:30, for those who are counting.)

The draft took me 10 months to complete. I cut two chapters and added six, making this draft about 4,000 words longer than Draft 2. The story is much fuller and richer now than it was before, thanks to the helpful ideas from my critique partners, but it is by no means done.

My notes for Draft 4 of The Novel. Each Post-It represents one change I need to make. Some changes are quick and easy: change X in chapter Y. Others are more elaborate and time-consuming: check all dialogue for XYZ.

I still have a Draft 4 to write. And then a query. And then a synopsis. Or maybe a synopsis and then a query. After that, I have to find potential agents and send out those queries and synopses. (Eek!)

But before all that, it's time to celebrate, perhaps with a dance around the living room and an extra piece of Dove dark chocolate.

The Story Behind the Story: The Portrait

I've never been much of a fan of Pablo Picasso's work. His cubist paintings, especially, sail right over my head. (The only exception to that is his mural Guernica, which I don't completely understand but I totally get the message.) So, when a friend invited me to go with her to the Picasso Exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago last year, I surprised myself when I accepted the invitation.

The idea was to meet up with a group of her writer friends, tour the exhibit, have lunch, and then write something inspired by the exhibit. Knowing how I felt about Picasso, I did not have high hopes for being inspired.

I was wrong.

The train ride from Chicago to my suburb takes a little less than an hour and 20 minutes. My friend's stop came first, about 45 minutes into the ride. I had another 30 minutes or so until my stop. That's when my Muse hit me with a bolt of lightning. By the time the train pulled into the station, I had my story.

That night, I played with it and polished it, but in essence, it was done. I had "The Portrait."

Which just goes to show: sometimes inspiration can come from the places you least expect.

Click here to read "The Portrait."

A Tale of Two Knees

I've been working on listening to my body lately: eating only when my body tells me it's hungry, sleeping when my body tells me it's tired, etc. But then, at the gym the other day, I ran into a problem. My body could not agree on what it wanted. The conversation went something like this:

Scene: Second treadmill in middle row of an ocean of machines at oversized, overpriced gym. Lots of bright busy TV screens on front wall, lots of shiny mirrors on left wall, lots of windows facing an snowy, icy parking lot on the right wall, lots of sweaty people on various treadmills, ellipticals, and stair machines, loud trendy music blaring.

(Hands put headphones over ears. Finger pushes play on iPod. Decidedly-not-trendy music begins playing. Body climbs on treadmill. Finger pushes Start button.)

MUSCLES: Go faster!

(Finger pushes Faster button.)

Minutes later...

Running Man by Simon Eugster via Wikimedia Commons

MUSCLES: Faster! Let's run!

(Fingers pushes Faster button until treadmill reaches jogging speed.)

MUSCLES: YES!

KNEES: Whoa! I didn't approve this. Slow down.

MUSCLES: More!

KNEES: That's enough.

MUSCLES: MORE!

KNEES: I said, enough! FEEL MY PAIN.

BRAIN: OUCH!

(Finger pushes Slower button.)

MUSCLES: Okay, we'll take a break.

Minutes later....

MUSCLES: Let's run again.

(Fingers pushes Faster button until treadmill reaches jogging speed.)

MUSCLES: Look at us go!

KNEES: Not again. I can't take this.

MUSCLES: Aw, come on. Just a little while longer.

KNEES: Nope. FEEL MY PAIN.

BRAIN: OUCH!

(Finger pushes Slower button. Body finishes workout at medium walking speed. Knees grumble for the next 12 hours.)

Can't we all just get along?

Weeds

I love metaphors and analogies and fortunately, so does my therapist. In the year and a half we've been working together, we've used comparisons to wheels, bicycles, tangled vines, seedlings, and prison visitor rooms. My favorite, though, is the one we came up with at my last session: weeding. (Which is odd, because yard work is my least favorite type of chore ever.)

Let me explain.

Photo by FoeNyx, via Wikimedia Commons.

There are two basic ways to remove a weed from a garden: rip it off or dig it out. When you rip off the weed, you're removing only the top part of the weed. The roots remain, and the weed regrows. To truly remove the weed permanently, you need to dig it out--and dig deep under the root to make sure you remove the entire thing.

In essence, that's why I'm trying to do with my health.

In the past, I've focused only on losing weight. In essence, I was ripping off the top of the weed. The roots--the causes of my weight gain/overeating--remained. So of course, the weed regrew, and I gained the weight back.

This time around, I'm digging out the weed by its roots and damn, those roots are deep. This weed has been growing for decades. It's going to take a lot of work, a lot of dirt, and a lot of time to dig it out. The result, though, will be longer lasting: true health--physically, mentally, and emotionally.