One way to try and overcome writer’s block is to talk to people. But I didn’t want to talk to the people who are here in this house (trust me, we’ve been together for seven covid-months and I have nothing left to say that hasn’t already been said a million times) so I chose to talk to you instead. 🙂
Note: I took a bunch of clips, which have since been deleted. The first three, for instance, were stupid. 🙃
The next one was interrupted by a wayward teenager who was with the wayward puppy. My son broke down my locked door, came in here, and tried to pawn the puppy off on me by sticking Tucker into the crate.
We do not use the crate for punishment. Tucker sleeps there at night. There was no reason for that boy to bring the puppy into my locked room just because he had some issues with him on the walk.
“Tucker is a baby,” I told my son. “You have to teach him, or find another way to get him to burn energy. Do NOT crash into my room like this when I’m writing.”
(Never mind that I wasn’t writing, that’s not the point.) 😉
“Next time you do this to me I’m going to post THAT video, the one with you in it, and you’ll be on my blog!” I threatened. (That would be his biggest nightmare, probably…) 🙂
Anyway, I had no other choice than to interrupt my filming, get the puppy settled in the hallway where his bed and his bowls are. I gave him a bone to chew, and locked the baby gate. He’s four months old now, he can manage to be on his own for an hour or so…sheesh.
Then I returned to my bedroom, contemplated if I should get a dead bolt or at least a chain lock, and resumed my video taping.
So here goes. Me in my office-non-office.