Life on the Leash

I’m working on my first book, and up until 2 weeks ago, this was my office:

The guys would hang out with me on the porch, waiting for something interesting to happen:

When they realized that I was going to be dull for a few hours, they would surrender to sleep:

It was pretty much bliss. The honeysuckle-scented breeze was inspirational.

Then summer came over night and kicked my ass. It went from a temperate 83 degrees to a punishing 95. Even Zeke and Sum don’t want to be outside in the thick heat.

For now I’ve shut down my outdoor office and retreated to Starbucks to do my writing, where the too-loud moog music and lack of canine companionship is killing my muse.

Hoping for a break in the weather …