I’ m up early with the goal of finishing The Whiskey Rebels since I’ve finished my final edit on my book when I’m bothered by my male mastiff. I just took him out and I couldn’t tell what he wanted so I shooed him off. He kept doing this and I thought he just wanted to go sniff around outside. He was acting absurdly weird the other day and we went out 10 times. So I ignored him and he pooped in the middle of my floor. Poor puppy! Next time, I’ll know.
During this time, I was petting him, wishing he’d speak and tell me, “Hey, Mom! I gotta poop!” Then, it would have been easy. I would have known what he had wanted from me and what he was trying to say.
So I wish God (whom I know does speak and very similarly to my dog–in cues and such) would speak as well. I just finished my editing book again and am facing querying again, which I am not looking forward to. I just wish God would lead me to the right agent. I keep praying this, over and over. I’m just so frustrated right now with a lot of things with regards to getting my book published that I do want to quit (although I doubt I ever will). Quitting is definitely easier. Yet, I have worked so hard on this project, I have to try, even though I have no desire at times.