Musings of a Guard Dog

My dog is staring at me a lot tonight. She got a new toy and this has prompted her to gather all of her toys into one pile and guard them. I am fascinated. She stares at me periodically, I am assuming because at any given moment I might just take said toys for myself.

There is something universal about that need to protect what is "ours."

Lately I've been guarding my writing. Being a writer means I spend a lot of time alone. It's pretty much a one person operation. And the only person who really knows what is going on with my writing is me. Occasionally I find myself getting annoyed with the people who don't write for a living who seem to want constant updates on what I am doing, what I am writing about, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah... I suppose it is difficult for them to measure what it is that I am doing. And I am sure that the questions are earnest.

But, I have to say there are times I want to gather it all up and guard it like my dog and stare them down.