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A little over 3 weeks out

After all of the edits, proofreading, more edits, cover designing, edits to the cover design, still more edits to the book itself, and going back and forth over how exactly to get this baby of mine into print, I’m finding it hard to believe that it will only be a little over 3 weeks until I can have a copy of it in my hands.  To say I’m excited would be an understatement.  I’m also looking forward to getting other books out of my head and onto the page.

I have learned a great deal about the publishing world since I began this journey, and I want to share some of those things with all of you.

·         Writing is not always fun.  The initial rush I experienced from getting Holly’s Story onto the written page was thrilling.  I think that took me through the first round of editing, but it definitely took determination and patience on my part to continue on past the frustrations of reading, rereading and still finding errors, etc.  Which brings me to #2.

·         You really need to have a professional editor look at your work.  I did, and I’m glad I didn’t get in a rush and avoid this step.  Working with a professional editor not only helped to point out flaws in grammar and plot, but helped me to look at my book with fresh eyes. 

·         At some point you have to stop making changes.  When I first began writing Holly’s Story I read an article that warned me of this common author’s issue before I even experienced it.  I can’t find it now, but it basically said that you will always be able to find something in your work that you can change.  We have to force ourselves to let go at some point.  If the plot is tight and you’ve worked through all of the grammar and spelling errors—get on with it!

·         Writing helped me grow as a person.  My grammar wasn’t where it used to be when I was fresh out of school, but boy did that change quickly.  I’m certainly not perfect at it, but I re-learned very quickly and learned some new stuff along the way.  I also discovered that I was being too hard on myself and I had a hard time accepting myself as an author.  I know that I am an author now, and I never want to stop learning and growing—both as a person and an author.

·         Traditional publishing isn’t always the way to go.  I spent months querying agents because I was sure that traditional publishing was the only way to get my books and my name out there.  Every rejection letter seemed to weaken my hope of finding an agent who would love my book and get behind it with everything they could muster.  In my research on the wide and varied world of publishing, I encountered many blog posts and articles that started to shake up my view that I just had to be traditionally published.  Instead of trying to go over all of the details here, I will just direct you to these posts:  You Should Self-Publish, and Time is Money by J.A. Konrath. 

·         There are good people out there.  I’ve had some past projects go very sour in the past.  Because of those experiences, I was very nervous about finding both an editor and a graphic designer that I could trust.  Thankfully, I was introduced to two great people who helped me put the final touches on Holly’s Story.  I couldn’t have asked for better people to help me along this road to my first published book.  I’m very thankful for their help, wisdom, expertise and patience!

Why I wrote Holly's Story

With the launch of my first novel so close (within the month), I thought now would be a good time to share what inspired me to write Holly's Story and give everyone a little bit of a "behind the scenes" look into my life as a canine foster mom.

Why I wrote Holly's Story

Most of us have had a four-legged friend in our lives at one time or another. Whether they were a dog, cat or some other type of critter, they brought joy, along with companionship, and unconditional love to us—the humans.

Throughout my life I have had mostly dogs or cats, and at the present time I have both.  My life with my pets is ninety-five percent of the time very harmonious.  The other five percent of discord time is usually due to human error—mine.  Two of my three Miniature Schnauzers are trained service dogs who have been invaluable in helping me take care of my ninety-three year old mother for the last ten years.  I frequently wonder how I managed before they came into my life.

I am abundantly blessed by my dogs’ devotion to my mother and me, and their jobs.  They bring peaceful, simplistic balance to my life.  It is such a joy to come home to find their adoring eyes and happy, wagging tails greeting me (that is if I didn’t take them with me as service dogs).  They are secure in knowing there will be good food, exercise, regular vet visits, grooming, plenty of love, pats, kind words, toys, and treats.  Therefore what I receive in return are happy, healthy dogs that bring me great pleasure.

I just naturally assumed that most pets lived the same way.  It wasn’t until I started fostering Miniature Schnauzers for the Arizona Schnauzer Rescue and other rescue organizations a few years ago that I discovered that this was not the case for far too many dogs and cats.  It quickly became apparent to me that my rescue dogs had experienced unbearable, heartbreaking traumas that resulted in emotional scarring no different than if they were human.

It was a rude awakening to discover the darker side of many dogs’ lives.  From my very first foster dog to the little foster dog that I have today, they have all come with varying degrees of heart-wrenching stories, ranging from sad to horrific.  Behind their sad eyes are looks of help.  Their tails wag—even if only just a little bit— in hope.  They have no other choice but to live in the moment and trust.  Day by day, little by little, their behaviors demonstrate the very traumas they were delivered from with emotions of fear, sadness, pain, shame, frustration, depression, anxiety and much more.

By my continuously speaking gentle words and showing loving kindness, the shy, cowering behaviors of abuse and neglect slowly decrease and the soft moans and sighs fade.   Dogs, like humans, are emotional creatures.  They feel deeply and are often put into (by no fault of their own) situations whereby they “feel” the same overwhelming sadness, grief and despair that we do.

These aren’t just mere words that we use to describe our own emotions, and the emotions we see in other humans.  They are the words we rarely associate with our pets and how they feel throughout their life’s journey.  These words are a reality for pets.  As a foster mother to rescued dogs, I have observed that each and every dog knew they had been thrown away.  I soon realized that I wasn’t just giving them shelter while they waited for their “forever” home, but that I was helping them through a very emotional time of healing from the trauma and the rejection in their lives.

Holly’s Story is based on a real dog that I had the pleasure of being Mommy to for over six months.  She came to me as a rescue in the spring of 2010.  Seeing the physical and emotional anguish she went through to heal, be loved and become a part of the pack so deeply touched my heart that it compelled me to share her story.  Even though this book is known fact mixed with fiction, it could only truly be told through Holly’s eyes and voice for the reader to fully understand the humanistic emotions we share with our four-legged friends with fur.

My First Foster

     Fostering rescue dogs is one of the best decisions I have ever made.  The woman who runs our local Schnauzer Rescue is a wonderful, caring person who truly loves helping dogs.  When I first expressed my interest in fostering, she interviewed me extensively, with caution, to make sure I would be a fit and caring foster mother.  After learning the important do’s and don’ts of fostering a dog, I waited patiently for my first dog.  I prepared a nice crate and made sure everything was in order to receive a dog.  As I waited for my first rescue, I daydreamed about what the dog I’d be getting would need; food, water, patting, kind words.  You know, the usual things you would think of to be a good doggy foster mom.  I also prepared my dogs for a newcomer.

    The call came—my first foster dog!  I was excited to start this new adventure.  It was a rush deal.  I needed to pick the dog up at her home right away.  Having received directions, I jumped in my car and drove to the address given me.  The people who were giving up their dog were nice, and this puzzled me.  Their house was immaculate; the dog was a beautiful white Miniature Schnauzer who was impeccably groomed.  It was obvious that they loved the five year old dog, and the dog loved them.  I was having a difficult time understanding why they were giving the dog up.  I listened as they explained that in this difficult economic time their son and his family would be moving in with them.  The dog, Sadie, was not use to young children.  In trying to protect her masters from rowdy children, she would growl and had even snapped at the children.  Sadie had been protective of her masters since a young dog and they had encouraged the behavior, thinking it was cute.  Now the only solution they could think of, sadly, was that Sadie had to go.  Their minds were closed to all other options I suggested.

    Being new at the job, and not knowing what I know today, I reluctantly left with Sadie.  The lady put Sadie in my car without difficulty because she loved to ride in cars and thought she was going for a ride.  As we drove to my house, Sadie began to realize something was not right, but caused no trouble.  I didn’t have any struggles getting Sadie into my home.  She jumped out of the car anxiously, looked around with her tail and head down, and followed me into the house quietly.  I wouldn’t see the happy, bouncy Sadie that I met at her previous home again for several weeks.

     I showed Sadie the family room, kitchen, washroom, water, food, and her crate.  She gladly went in the crate and lay down with her head on her paws.  The crate door was never closed, but Sadie had no desire to greet my dogs.  They, sensing this after the first initial sniffs, left her alone.  As Sadie watched our family activities the remainder of the evening, I could see that she realized she had been cast away and was in disbelief and despair.  The pain in her eyes cut through me as if I had been stabbed with a knife.  I had not daydreamed this scenario.

    Over the next few days, Sadie familiarized herself with the house and backyard.  She became acquainted with my dogs, Danny and Little Bear, and my two red point Siamese cats without incident.  My dogs tried to encourage her to play and eat, but Sadie kept to herself in the crate most of the time, crying.  Not whining, but an almost silent crying with deep sighs and soft groans.  I could see that her eyes were watery.  She ate very little; even when I tempted her with Vienna sausages (her owner had said they were her favorite treat).  Danny and Little Bear would bring her toys, to no avail.  When that didn’t work, they would lay beside the open crate with her as if to show caring and support.  Even the cats would lie on top of the crate and softly purr, trying to comfort her.  Sadie was heartbroken.

    I was pretty worried and called my vet.  She said, “I have seen behavior like this before and not to worry.  Give Sadie a week, and if she isn’t eating by then, bring her in.”  As accurate as the vet’s words were, they gave me very little comfort.  For the next few days, Sadie suffered the deep emotional loss of her beloved family.  Her love and devotion to them was almost unbearable to watch.  It made me reevaluate and have a deeper commitment to my own pets.

   Realizing that my true job (not my daydream) in fostering a dog was to help them through whatever trauma that had brought them to my home, and prepare them for a new and hopefully better forever home, I was unsure of how to go about it, so I took my lead from my own dogs.  I started to lie on the floor beside the crate with my dogs, patting and talking to Sadie.  When she would come out of the crate on her own, I would pick her up and sit in the recliner chair holding, patting and softly talking to her.  Each day she would come out of the crate more, and by the end of two weeks she was eating and jumping up on my lap for her pats and loving.  Over the next few weeks, her crying during the day stopped as she became involved in our family activities.  She started playing happily with Danny and Little Bear in the yard.  She would follow me around the house.  By all outward signs, she appeared to be making a good transition to her new life, but at night I could still hear her soft sighs and groans of crying.

    Sadie stayed with us for a couple months until the lady from the Schnauzer Rescue found her the perfect forever home.  Having Sadie brought a whole new reality to my world.  My dogs were always happy.  They have been safe, well protected, their trust in me never broken, and had never faced any hardships or heartbreaks.  I had viewed dogs’ and cats’ lives through my pets’ eyes.  Oh, yes, I have read or heard on T.V., or had people tell me sad stories about animal abuse, but never imagined that a dog or cat, or any animal, could feel such emotional pain and sadness.  The reality that they do suffer such pain like that opened my eyes.  Yes, I understood the physical pain and suffering from cruelty inflicted on them from abuse, starvation and injury, but I had not truly realized the depth of their ability to have feelings and go through emotions as humans do.  They can’t express it in a language like humans; therefore to many humans, it must not exist.  I now know this is not true, it does exist.

    I have heard that dogs live in the moment, and I believe that is true.  They have a far greater ability to accept their circumstances and go on with life than humans, because they are pets and have no other choice.  We humans control their destiny and they know it.  They have to accept life’s course of events and move on, but that does not mean they don’t feel deep sadness and emotional pain.  It only means that their question of “WHY” is never answered.

     As for Sadie, each day at my home she slowly adjusted to her new life and grew to accept her fate.  After many weeks, I saw the bouncy, happy Sadie that I had met the night I picked her up return.  Yet, there was always a hint of sadness in her eyes that had not been there before.  I believe she will always remember her first home and wonder why they let her go, but, fortunately for Sadie, she has a wonderful loving forever home that she is very happy in.  Over the years with her new family, the sadness has left her eyes.  Her new family helped her overcome her bad habits and she now loves and greets children happily.  They state that, with doggy obedience training, Sadie has become the perfect pet.

     I have had many little rescues since Sadie.  The joy and love that each of them has brought to my life is unexplainable.  It is always hard to let them go on to their forever homes, but when they come to you sad, broken-hearted dogs and leave as happy, playful dogs to their forever homes, it’s such a great feeling.  My volunteering friend sent me on a journey that has truly been a blessing.  Fostering rescue dogs has given me a greater depth of understanding the true meanings of unconditional love, loyalty, responsibility, and trust.