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Today, I thought about writing. Okay, then I actually wrote. I pulled out the manuscript I’ve been working on and grimaced. Poe, 
my half Havanese, half Pomeranian puppy, tilted his head and stared at me as if to say, “Well …what are you waiting for? Get busy, lady.”
It’s a scary thing when a four-legged buddy knows what you should be doing. After a handful of gummy bears, I started to review where I left off and looked for something, if anything, that could be salvaged. It’s 9:00 p.m. I still have time to read another chapter before I pass out at the computer. And maybe another handful of gummy bears. (I have a gummy bear ritual, which I’ll share at another time.)
