Went to pick up some groceries, and saw this exuberant Airedale Terrier with some gals who were talking by the bike rack. I'm not a fan of terriers, frankly, but this dog was very friendly, and really wanted to be petted, so I said hi to it and petted it. Although I never owned a dog, I love dogs, and we always get along. The dog was still there when I got out of the grocery store, and its own was saying "Oh, he likes you; you want to ride on his bike?" The dog's tail was wagging a mile a minute. Cute doggy, for a terrier, anyway.
I'm going to finish up the SF novel this weekend. Should be about 20,000 more words to write for it, which I ought to be able to do in around 10-20 hours, depending how quickly I write. Then I'll read through it a third time and query it to agents. This one'll beat all previous speed records for me, but the quality is there -- I think it's one of my best. This story was just one that flowed smoothly from concept to execution for me. And best of all, there's a sequel locked into it -- I mean, it's complete unto itself, but it begs for a sequel. Three of the books I've written would accommodate sequels, including this one. I don't ever plan for that (or even want it), but a couple of them just lend themselves to it, this one most of all.
