I knew I'd get another dog and so I went to a rescue centre and met Arwen. Arwen is a now twelve week old puppy that is part staffy and part something else (any suggestions welcome?) She may not have completely healed my broken heart but she definitely helped. She is a bundle of trouble who has got on the wrong side of our Jack Russell Darcy on more than one occasion, but who loves every second of life and every new adventure. She starts puppy training tonight which is going to be an adventure for both of us.
My writing has hit a slow patch because of everything that has happened but this weekend I'm meeting a good friend for an afternoon of plotting, critiquing and cake. It's just what I need to get me on track again.