I liked the 2000 words of draft opening I read. It's more appealing to me that most "literary" stuff.
Thanks, Gud. That means a lot, actually, since it's my biggest insecurity with my writing-- that feeling of not knowing exactly where it fits and trying to come to grips the idea that not knowing, or at least, not having a comfortable niche, might be a good thing in the end.
Just makes for a hard sell.
However, this is actually for a full manuscript I wrote some time ago, which leans more towards the women's fiction end of the spectrum, except I break some quote/unquote rules, hence the difficulty finding comparisons. They're out there. They just require some creative thinking.
Reaistically a Newf would be too much dog for me, but they are my fantasy dog. (I think this fantasy also involve a life of leisure with a house by the ocean for the dog's daily swims.) Also, I'd probably get a rescue if I got a dog,so I may end up with a mutt.
Barb, I am so sorry about Boomer. That must be heartbreaking. I know my parent's got rid of a dauchsund shortly before I was born because it nipped, and my mom was afraid what it would do to a baby crawling all over it.
Conversely nephew grew up with a chocolate lab, Bear, and that dog was so incredibly tolerant of all the abuse that a baby/toddler can give.
Conversely nephew grew up with a chocolate lab, Bear, and that dog was so incredibly tolerant of all the abuse that a baby/toddler can give.
My mom took her new bulldog with her when she stayed at her stepdaughter's house and babysat her toddler while D and J had their anniversary dinner, and Millie reminded her of why bulldogs are so great around babies/toddlers. Sarah, the toddler, loved Millie to pieces, hung on her, pulled her ears before they could stop her, and held her leash out in the yard, and Millie didn't react at all badly, just took it all in stride. The bulldog we had when I was born was equally great around little ones--she practically babysat us.
"Cats and dogs...living together...mass hysteria!!!"
Okay, I finally clicked on a cute animal picture and ick! That's disturbing.
Okay, I finally clicked on a cute animal picture and ick! That's disturbing.
The cat and dog? I think it's the look on the dog's face. Though that's not an embrace - they're wrestling. You know, like the Greeks did.
That Chihuahua sure looks a little sheepish.
I'm going to get my hair cut in an hour. I hope the pixie cut I picked doesn't just make me look like a fat pixie.
I think it's the look on the dog's face.
Yeah, it's all "You know it!"
I'm having trauma.
I hope the pixie cut I picked doesn't just make me look like a fat pixie.
No way! It'll make your amazing eyes look unbearably entrancing.
