It was with a sigh of relief that I sent the edited version of my second novel back to my editor at The Wild Rose Press. Relief because I made myself push through and fix the glaring problems with some character motivation (or at least I hope I fixed it), relief because there was a time when I was ready to throw the towel in and say “Screw it!”, and relief because this is one thing I won’t have to worry about while I’m in LaCrosse, WI for the collie nationals next week.
That’s the reason that I’m blogging tonight, too, as I know I won’t be blogging at all next week. I will spend the time from April 1st until the evening of the 6thin a building from the moment the doors are opened until we’re shoved out them every night at midnight. My time in that building will be filled with taking care of the “furkids” in my string, grooming said collies, showing them, and worrying about them. If they would let me set up a cot in my grooming area, so I could sleep there at night, I would do that.
Yes, I’m going to see friends that I have only met on Facebook, see friends that I only see once a year at the collie nationals, share laughs and tears and hugs…but it’s also a lot of work and a lot of stress—especially being responsible for the safety and well-being of dogs that I don’t even own. As I was lugging large plastic totes out of the basement and loading them into the van, I kept asking myself why I do this every year.
The answer I kept coming up with is I love this: I love the intense competition, I love being able to show dogs, and most of all, I love how no matter how fierce we compete in the ring, the vast majority of “collie people” will also rally around one of our own who has stumbled and needs help. The majority of the people in this breed I have chosen to be involved with are good people.
So, if you follow my author page on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter, or just follow this blog, I’m going to be silent for a while. I’m going to be brushing dogs, showing them, taking care of them, and maybe sitting for a few minutes to watch some of the judging. I’ll be too tired to be blogging, checking Facebook, or Tweeting anything.
I’ll get everyone caught up on how the “furkids” when I get home. In the meantime, have a safe and blessed Easter, and maybe—just maybe—while I’m in LaCrosse, spring might actually arrive.