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10 September 2003
What was it I said about being better about keeping up with the journal? Well, thanks to a wonderful note from Sage, here I am writing again.
Busy busy busy here at the Zoo. Last weekend Hunk and I went to Alabama to sell books and promote the newest in the Proud Racer series, Blind Faith. This one's about Liz and her friendship with Dori, Tavette and Dennis's girl. It took me a long time to get this one written, actually, because last summer Dori went to the Bridge and I just couldn't write anything for a long time. She was the first greyhound I'd known personally to die since I adopted, and it was really hard on me. After that the Easlers lost Brownie as well...almost a year ago, actually.
It's funny...all of that sadness was the beginning of the end of my time in Greyhound Crossroads I think. It also taught me a lot about keeping in mind what's important and doing what's right for me and mine first...often to the determent of others, unfortunately. Tavette had asked me not to say anything to anyone in GC about Dori's death, because she felt that was a private thing and did not wish to share it with people to whom she no longer felt connected. I respected her wishes on that, and it caused a world of trouble for me. Once again I found myself between a friendship with one and my responsibilities to the group. When Brownie died, I told some folks in GC, and upset Tavette. I don't think there was a good way to resolve either one of those conflicts. I was unwittingly placed in a no win situation both times.
Anyway...the book is done now, and at the publisher waiting for me to raise the $$ to have it printed. My goal is by October of this year, and I think I'll be able to meet that.
The trip to Alabama was rough. There was an undercurrent of unrest among us from CGC. Tavette has pulled out of the Renaissance Festival for reasons I still fail to understand. There's also a feeling among the board members that a lot of times decisions are made without the input of the board...so that has tainted all of our interactions. I roomed with Lisa because she brought Marky...and unfortunately she had to hang out with me most of the time and miss the seminars because of where they were...dogs weren't allowed, and Marky gets waaaay too stressed out when he's away from Momma. I think the other members of our little CGC group were irritated that she didn't go with them. They'd written me off, it seems, because I made it clear that signing/selling my books was a priority for me...somehow that translated into "I don't want to do anything with you." Whatever. I'm way beyond trying to get into other peoples' minds and figure out what's going on in there.
I won't say that GPA was a total loss though. There was one bright point that made all the dirty looks, snide comments, and hurt feelings worth it. Hunky saw a race and the delight in his eyes made me want to cry. It's true that they never forget, and the ones that had a positive experience racing seem to hunger to get out there with the others. I love my heart dog.
We're back home now, and I sold some books...and now I have to get down to business getting ready for the festival. A month from last Thursday is opening day and I'm not ready at all...but I will be.
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