It’s been a while to say the least. A hiatus as one might say, or just a heck of a long time since any of us at Asherpark felt much like posting a bark.
Journey really doesn’t want anything to do with BarkingProse. She’s busy talking trash to the silly neighbor dog and chasing eagles. She’s happy to be the subject of the posts but that’s about all.
Then there’s the big question – what do I bark about? Funny stuff like me and Journey goofing around? Serious stuff about life and death? How Journey and I are so different but we’re the best pals in the world?
I was moping around last night and Mom could see I was disturbed. She asked me what was troubling me and then it all just came pouring out. I have so many ideas in my head for BarkingProse, but they’re twisted up with each other. I start working on one thought then another comes tagging along and I get distracted.
Mom took my paw in her hands and looked right into my sad eyes. “Oh Finn”, she said. “You and I are so much alike. We both want to write and neither one of us knows what direction to go”.
Then Mom told me she just started studying with a friend of hers who is a big time writer. This friend even had a serious book published and she’s got a goofy sense of humor just like us.
I was still a little down and skeptical, but I thought if me and Mom worked together maybe, maybe we could pull this off.
I’m starting to get psyched. Life at Asherpark was always better when BarkingProse was up and running. So many mutts before me poured their heart and soul into BarkingProse. I gotta make this work. I gotta do this. I gotta…..
Finn