Just Another Update From a Tired Writer.

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Perhaps it was the freedom that came from taking my work away from Amazon, but I feel very excited in some kind of way that feels both understated and "professional" for lack of a better word. I have been slacking in terms of getting another blog update out with any news on the current projects; I could blame the heat, work being tough or wanting to take some time to enjoy simple hobbies that got kicked to the side. But in reality, I have just not had the motivation to write over the last few days. 

What that looks like is still likely better than some; I have two ongoing projects, one new and one ongoing that I hope to finish before the end of the year. While I have taken time on projects before, Bulldog 3 is really putting me through the inferno of patience. I am just stuck on some character arch's closing out while the overall story could be concluded, while the overall plot points are solid and I think its a worthy end to the journeys these characters have been on under my pen (keyboard), that nagging self doubt keeps slapping on the brakes.

The other story is a pretty cool little horror story based almost - almost - entirely in reality with a tiny twang of supernatural elements. Albeit its vague at the moment, but the characters are two young boys and the vibe they are giving is really captivating as they tell me their story. It will probably be popular much like Organ was or the silly crisp science-fiction story that is somehow my most viewed story.

Angel

Onto Angel and her journey through stage 4 kidney disease. My girl is experiencing a beautiful little bounce in her life at the moment, her moods are amazing, her affectionate spells are extremely long lasting and she is eating/pooping/urinating much more frequently. Anyone that cares for cats with this shitty disease, the treatments or alleviations are difficult for some cats. The needles for the subcutaneous fluids can be invasive, the drip feed of the liquid can be uncomfortable and the added oral administering of assisted drugs like Pronefral and Cisapride, it can be a horrible ordeal for our cats to go through. Angel however, this incredible little lady, doesn't bat an eyelid to any of the above. She doesn't like it, but she has never lashed out or hissed or even growled at either myself or Tan during the meds. So in regards to our girl, she is doing incredibly well and I am just enjoying every day with her.

Work

I have probably said this before, but kennel work in 30 degrees heat is fucking obscene. The focus of our work moved from exercising, enriching and rehabilitating to just keeping these dogs away from heatstroke and exhaustion. We have some dogs going home, we have some dogs struggling in homes but these are all part of the process. Tomorrow I am back in work for a day and it looks like its just going to be wet towels, cool mats, ice toys, ice cream and lots of cuddles in side. Maybe we can exploit that air con we have in the office and staff room. Difficult days ahead but lets all just bury our head in the sand and pretend that the planet is on fucking fire.

Other business

I have not much else going on right now; I have thoughts and feelings about the UK political scene but this isn't the place to be screaming at the fucking idiots running our country into the ground. I got into Cult of the Lamb, it isn't at all what I expected but its a great time waster. It is actually nice to have found a new game to get lost in while I kill time and braincells that the writing process or the heat haven't already claimed.

I did want to wish my Mum a happy birthday for this coming weekend.

Otherwise I am going to dunk my head in a cold bucket of water. Stay melty and don't look up, you salty slimy little goblins.

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