When I first decided to pursue writing professionally, I had a brown, fuzzy dog named Mack. He was a Brussels Griffon/French Bulldog mix.
To say the least, he was an amazing dog. He not only was unique in appearance; he had a heart of gold. It was common to see him watching over our children and one time he alerted us there was a fire in the house.
I had a treat jar in my writing room and a little soft bed for him. He would keep me company over the years of me pursuing this new writing journey.
I started out the first few years writing children’s books. Then I attended a conference and was inspired to start writing historical western romance. So, the years began to pass, my children grew, and my loyal bulldog got older. He died two years before I published, and I think of him often. I’m thankful he kept me company over the years as I tucked myself away in my writing cave, learning the craft and writing my first books.
Here is to all our loyal pets who keep us company as we write, write, and write some more.