Simultaneously writing fiction and restoring a sheep farm in Australia. Can get messy. You can see more about life on the farm at onebendintheriver.com.
WHERE IS LOLA?
I don’t know where Lola is. I’ve sniffed everywhere. Upstairs. Downstairs. In the shoe cupboard. I go back to sitting on Len’s stomach. He pats me, but no talk of “Walks!” or “Let’s play tug of war!” No wandering around the house so I can follow him in case something happens.
AFTER WORDS FAILED
Letitia liked action. Whenever action was needed, there she was, ready for it, her chin stuck out as she hammered or sawed or plunged the old unreliable toilet. When she went bungey jumping from a bridge in New Zealand, she leaped before she was told to, and when she was told she couldn’t do something, she did it. Immediately.