Our family adopted a one-year old Pembroke Corgi, which may seem to have little to do with writing; however, I’m certain training and caring for Clementine will suck up considerable writing time. (Note: be sure to check back for articles on writer’s frustration.) Staying optimistic, I’m hoping it will help give my days more structure. One good thing is I’m getting up in the morning much earlier than I have in a long time, although this has resulted in my head dropping onto my keyboard about midday, which I’m trying to combat with more coffee, despite my stomach’s tendency to protest. Also, the pup has spurred me to write this blog post. And I’m sure the hilarity of life with a breed that has been described as a megalomaniac, a big dog with no legs, a Twinkie with legs, and a bullet of muscle will leak into my fiction, as daily life often does.