GUEST BLOGGER: MY SHEEPDOG “On Having an author for a Companion”
Brian, the writer, is at it again. Sitting there. Looking at the computer. Staring out the window. Looking at the computer. He doesn’t even see anything when he looks out the window. There are some perfectly good birds out there that certainly need chasing. Not to mention one of those mangy little squirrels hopping around the yard with impudence. He doesn’t even notice them. He doesn’t hear anything either. There’s a German Shepard barking from up the road, a woman yelling at her daughter, a motorcycle backfiring. I would love to bark at these sounds, let them and the world know I’m on duty, but he’d get all upset because he’s BUSY. Right, BUSY. Busy making things up.
Nevertheless, I understand dreams. I have them myself. I dream of the old days. Once my ancestors took care of the sheep and fought wolves, the kind with sharp teeth and claws. There weren’t many sheep lost when a sheepdog was around. We were made for it.
I can see that Brian is made for what he does. In the end, doing what you’re made for doing leads to happiness. Not every day. Not every moment. But enough. Certainly this was once true of my ancestors. We gathered the sheep together and watched over even the weakest and in the end we did what we were made to do and it made us happy. If I could write, that’s what I would write about. And the taste of fried chicken and the fat on a steak. Chasing squirrels.
Still, sometimes I dream of sheep. I dream I’m in a grassy meadow, a full moon above me and bright twinkling stars in a black sky, and somewhere far off a wolf howls. My sheep begin to shiver and make frightened sounds and I rise from where I lay and walk among them and I say, “Everything is all right. It's all right. I will protect you.” And I feel them calm, feel the calm spread just as the fear was spreading seconds before. Is this what it’s like of him, I wonder? He sits at his desk and he makes things up and things come to him from places he can't name and it makes him happy.
Brian here: Writing is fun. Don't forget the joy. Allow yourself the joy.
Shameless self-promotion…. Book 11 in the Strangely Scary Funny series comes out on Saturday, Feb 22. It’s called The Librarian and the Goddess. Here’s an amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Librarian-Goddess-Supernatural-Suspense-Strangely-ebook/dp/B0DPJMD7K6/?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=ZZZbH&content-id=amzn1.sym.bc3ba8d1-5076-4ab7-9ba8-a5c6211e002d&pf_rd_p=bc3ba8d1-5076-4ab7-9ba8-a5c6211e002d&pf_rd_r=133-3852978-2801016&pd_rd_wg=nAV3L&pd_rd_r=1db1fcba-e0c0-4521-933a-267f38e8d436&ref_=aufs_ap_sc_dsk
Also, special deal: I have a new box-set of the first four novels in the series out. To promote I’m making it 0.99 cents for three days starting Feb. 28. https://www.amazon.com/Librarian-Supernatural-Horror-Comedy-Strangely-ebook/dp/B0DVRT6LKK?ref_=ast_author_dp_rw&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.7EAQLCrPFCK_H6Mx9VeE7zR9_xFUH68u9GBiWF6aUHavuLiQxT7pUauTA3nywsCNkPr54lOtzpP1nvCnBAxYVNKKi1LDfyMrEaMLFy-0Rgin5zn391SLPOStepk2uavIv_y4DxGapHSsxBwQKwODnWHrZpaU_UROzgHX4Ttalnw9_dfTYCbCC7uFivwKdZ7BfF1lqlVvWXPGbZKdBH25V_m0VgOqbfwNtQfXQ0HW4TY.0TKKRGH9LyJMHNQ7doQzwHAqBQ6SMTutZAlQFG5E3jA&dib_tag=AUTHOR
The box-set is on audible, too, but, alas, not for 0.99.
3 comments:
I love that moment in a free-write when you're suddenly able to let go of the side of the pool. In this entry, I felt it at "I dream of the old days," and I was there in the night field under a cold glitter of stars. I felt the ripple of uneasiness pass through the huddled sheep, heard the reassurance in the sheepdog's low voice.
Good reminder too about doing what you love.
Actually, I stumbled across this blog because I was trying to find a way to let you know I ran into problems accessing your web page. I kept getting a "This connection is not secure" message like a road block on a washed out highway. The problem might be on my end, but I thought you should know, in case others run into the same road block.
Started reading "The Librarian and the Haunted LIbrary on Feb. 7th and just opened "The Librarian and the Dark Angel" this morning.
"What a long, strange trip it's been."
Thanks!
Sorry I got the line wrong. It's "Still, sometimes I dream of sheep."
And the problem with accessing your web page, as previously mentioned, has cleared up.
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