I don’t know how it is in other snowy states, but here–at least this part of Western New York–if it’s snowing pretty good, don’t count on the plows being out right then! I was out yesterday and the weather was weird. It’d be snowing like crazy but drive ten minutes and it’d clear up. But the snow wasn’t sticking to the road or ground and there were plows out. So today we had to go back to the store because I, either from baby brain or regular human stupidity (whichever one it’s super annoying–especially when the drive to the store is an hour long), bought the wrong salad dressing. Despite a five-minute comparison of the two jars, I didn’t at any point look over and see the jar with the vegan label. Back home I compared the new and old bottle and saw my mistake. I can’t even return it because the darn dog tore up the receipt. Anyway, on the drive up there the weather just kept getting worse. My husband called it a blizzard, but I’ve driven in worse, and by the time we were leaving for home, which had to be only a half hour later, the highway had a layer of snow. There wasn’t a single plow out and the big traffic signs just warned that the roads may be slippery. Typically they caution of slow-moving plows.
The excess hormones are certainly driving me crazy. Our male dog, Bandit, likes to follow me around Every step I take. Normally I don’t mind too much although he is sometimes a trip hazard, but now, him at my heels every single time I move, is driving me crazy. I feel like Yzma from Emperor’s New Groove when the little squirrel comes up to her and she screams, “Get away from me!!” I don’t know how many people even remember that movie. Of course, I don’t actually yell this at the dog I just tell him to stop following me at certain points. He’s such a strange dog. He turned into a real pouty-paw when he became an indoor dog. And he does this thing where he’ll just stare at me for several minutes! I tried looking it up but none of the explanations match his stare. It’s not his intent stare when he’s watching the cat. It’s a stare where I imagine, if it was possible, he’d be ranting against me in his head. He doesn’t look away even if I stare back. I could use a dog translator.
On our way to the store my writing brain finally became unstuck and I got some ideas for the fourth book. I’ll let them develop at the back of my mind while I finish the third book. I almost finished setting up a profile on Fiverr, offering my services as a proofreader. I don’t know how much of a profit I’d even make and before I put anything into my books again, I want to help pay off the debt. Thankfully it’s not thousands and thousands, just a couple. Before I could publish anything though I need to find a new editor. My last editor was amazing but I don’t think our views line up anymore. Plus, I have no ideas for a cover.
Mikaela Nicole 