Book

There it was.

On the floor of our spare bedroom aka "the office".

Chewed on the edges, with some pages torn out.

My notebook of research and writing that relate to my book.

My book that I haven't made the time to think about since late August.

My book that deserves to be written.

My book that is about raising good kids and raising good dogs.

Good dogs
do not
chew notebooks.

BUT

I am feeling ready to get back to disciplined writing and research,

ready to ditch the excuses,

ready to produce.

I only wish there were a couple more hours in each day.

but. but. we are so innocent!