Archive for the ‘dog’ category

Pearl Investigates Poetry (“Going On Somewhere”)

January 16, 2011

Check it out!  “Going on Somewhere” by Karin Gustafson and Diana Barco.  (Cover painting by Jason Martin)  On Amazon!  Here’s the link.

PS–I am linking this to Funny Bunny Fridays at the Purple Treehouse on December 2, 2011.  I’m sorry it’s a shameless plug for my book of poetry, but Pearl really does seem to like it, and it’s now early enough to still shop for Christmas (but too early to post sleighbells)!

Also check out 1 Mississippi, a children’s counting book, and Nose Dive, comic teen mystery, also by Karin Gustafson (aka Manicddaily) and available on Amazon.    Thanks so much!   (Nose Dive will soon be on Amazon Kindle for 99 cents, so, if you have access, no excuse not to get it.   And it’s genuinely funny.)

Snow (Pearl)

December 27, 2010

Brrr.....

(More iPhone art.  Brrrr….ushes App.)

 

Three Dog Night Christmas

December 25, 2010

Give Three Dogs a Bone.

(More iPhone art, using “brushes” app.)

Pearl Cold and Old (Still Attending to Life’s Work)

November 27, 2010

 

Taking Pity on Pearl

My family has reminded me that our dog Pearl is over fifteen.  After doing the calculations, I could see they were right.  This shocked and saddened me.  I had convinced myself, and told others, that she was at least a year or two younger.  (In a similar way, I  have an increasingly hard time remembering, or acting, my own age.  It’s uncomfortable, on all kinds of levels, to feel time pass in one’s bones.  Almost as difficult to see it in others.)

We are celebrating Thanksgiving in Upstate New York, and Pearl is finding it very cold, both inside and out.   (I took pity on her above.)

Even so, she still enjoys the view from the porch.

 

Ah!

 

Though perhaps not as much as the kitchen.

On the Prowl

Some things never change.

 

 

Thanksgiving – Pleasing the Crowd?

November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving - you can't please everyone.

Or maybe you can.

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving.

I’m reposting these pictures for the Jingle poetry site.  I’m very thankful to have gotten in touch with Jingle, and all the wonderful poetry sites on the Internet.  It’s so inspiring to be in a community of poets.   Thank you all.

Nanowrimo Update: The Quandary of the Corn Dog

November 21, 2010

Corn Dog?

Agh!  Everything changes.

Especially when you are writing a novel in a month.

Which brings me to being a Gemini (the sign of the twins, twins encapsulated in a single person).  I do not particularly believe in astrology as a means of foretelling the future–at least not since the big stock market crash in 2007 which was totally NOT foreseen by Jonathan Cainer.   Nonetheless, I have always found myself to be an absolute down-to-the-bone Gemini:  quick, shallow, communicative, changeable, inveterately bi-tasking.

The propensity to do two things at once is reflected consistently in my fiction writing.  Almost every manuscript I’ve ever written, whether for children or adults, tends to be told in two voices, the perspective of two characters.  I can’t somehow stick to one track; as a result, I’ve grown to like the kind of interchange that two different points of view, or even stories, provides.

But when you are writing a novel without much of a plan, and with limited imagination, this kind of structure can be a problem.  In my current nanowrimo manuscript, for example, one of my two subplots has become quite a bit more compelling than the other.  I just haven’t quite gotten the gist of the other one yet:  who are these people?  What are they doing with each other?

They started out in a suburban house in Sherman Oaks, California (part of LA).  The swimming pool went green; one decided to leave, the other tied her to a chair.  She has escaped now to a motel in Venice Beach.

But this move to Venice Beach really is too early in terms of the other subplot–that’s the crew traveling through Nevada, troubled by modern art (among other things.)

So what now?  While California girl is in Venice, she has to DO something.  She can’t just sit there awaiting the arrival of characters she’s never even met!  And, btw, I realized today, she is also  going to need a whole different past, and a whole different vocation, a basic remodeling.

So, once more, now what?  Do I just forget about California girl for a while, give up my typical back and forth, and focus on the guys in Nevada?  Do I go back and re-write California girl’s whole first half, move everything forward (or backward)?    This makes a certain sense, but would probably require me to give up whatever unconscious structure has happened in the initial writing.

Alternatively, do I come up with something new and exciting for California Girl to do right now?  At the moment, all I’ve been able to come up with is the eating of corn dogs.

(In case, you don’t know, these are hot dogs on a stick, dipped into corn meal, deep fried.)

Not somehow enough.

Pearl’s Weekend

November 14, 2010

The View's Not Great But It's Better Than Standing Room

Pearl seemed to have a very nice weekend.

Granted, she did not like being swung around tne New York City subway system, but the most important point at that stage of the proceedings was that she was in her bag and had not been left behind.

Her person, with the best of intentions, had stuck an old down jacket into the bottom of her bag, which made for good cushioning, but boy, was it hot Saturday morning.  Still, pretty soon, she was unzipped and riding along in a real train, one that clickety clacked overland, and that down cushioning below her belly felt pretty darn good.

Just in time, she got to experience a whole new blacktop–aaahh–and then, a car.   Pearl loves cars.

And, not long after that, grass!  Cold but lush, and uphill but lush, but uphill and more hill and hard for an old, stiff-legged, dog, until aahhhh,she was swooped up and carried again, into a room with carpeting and cheese and Christina!  Another one of her people–hey there!

More carrying, more bag, and more… carpeting.  She doesn’t know this exact carpeting, but she knows the type–it smells like shampoo and vacuum cleaner.   It is carpeting she must be careful of and very quiet upon.   Sssshhh!!!! her people hiss whenever she whines for their food.   (It really hadn’t been very much cheese…)

Then, whoa! a play!  Renanissance!  Her favorite.

Okay, so the view’s not so great from her bag, and those people in the seats just in front of her keep gabbing about some smell.  [Pearl’s 14 year-old breath has a certain je ne sais quoi.] But hey, it’s better than standing room.

Speaking of room, they sneak her back into the hotel again, only she’s too tired now to even think of making noise, no matter what they are eating.  (Which is Indian take-out–not a chance!)

The next morning, back in the car, on her person’s lap, the old down jacket wrapped loosely around her, the sun filtering in from the South where they are heading….home.

Mmmmm.

My Nanowrimo Manuscript (Thus Far) – Pearl Is Not Excited

November 11, 2010

Okay, so most people who know Pearl consider her a very mellow dog.  She’s also quite old.  (I’ve been saying 13 1/2 but I realized the other day that she is actually 14 1/2.)

Even so, her reaction to my Nanowrimo manuscript is disconcerting.

(Music by Jerome Kern, Lyrics by Dorothy Field, Sung by Fred Astaire, romantic elements–in the manuscript–by ManicDDaily.)

Doing Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) Off the Computer – Writing by hand…errr… paw…

November 8, 2010

 

 

It can be hard to write in a notebook, once you've gotten used to a computer.

But it really can be done if you put your mind to it,

and sink in your teeth.

Working on Lappup…errr…

November 5, 2010

Working with....Lappup