This is Amy Pond:
Her hobbies are time travel, adventure, centurions and fish fingers.
This is also Amy Pond:
Her hobbies are barking about being left alone, running off after deer, and injuring her owners — albeit inadvertently.
What does this have to do with writing? Not a damn thing, except the dog is why I haven’t been. I gave her a bath last weekend and was bent over for so long (and am apparently so old now,) that for the first time in my life I hurt my back to a point where it just seized. I couldn’t stand up. I couldn’t stoop lower. I basically keeled over to one side and lay there banging on the floor for my husband to come haul me to the bed. He was thrilled, because earlier in the week he had cracked a rib chasing after the dog in the dark. (And don’t even ask why that was necessary. Or which Amy Pond he might have preferred to chase.)
However, I think we are all on the mend now. We’ll be back to business as usual next week, I reckon.
The good news is, before all this mayhem began, I finished my Erik Larson recap assignment. Still waiting to hear what the editor thinks. Wonder how long that will take…