Sonia, Writing, Writing, Writing, Sonia

Oh joy--not!
Fiorella is going to have to look into dog car-gates. Sonia doesn't mind Fio harnessing her up and attaching the leads to the back seat, but the moment the car starts, Doggie wants to move into the front seat. She's getting a good part of herself through the break between the two front seats now, and  her left paw can almost touch the hand brake.
     This is a serious situation. Fio will not only be unable to take Doggie along on a casual country jaunt or a drive-through at Dairy Queen any more, but also to the vet or a kennel.
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Is Fio down? Yes, of course. She's going through bags and boxes of a lifetime of writing, and a lot of it is quite dark because that's the way she was seeing the world. When she decided to concentrate on romances, things started looking up --in fact, she even sold.
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One thing that's amazed Fio is the way, even as a child, she took notes on appalling things going on around her at school, in the neighborhood, and at home--things that no one else seemed aware of, and you can bet your boots that she's going to write up some of them in a book of short stories which may languish on the shelves, but will at least have seen the light of day.
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After a year of battling the insurance and investment companies, the government, insurance, and her own exhaustion, is Fiorella firing up to start writing again? YES!
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Sonia's been cozying up to Mommy ever since we got home. She knows she made Fio very angry--that those bellows of NO and that arm thrown across the divide between the seats did not mean "How nice to see you!"