My dog Jesse arranges himself in afternoon sunlight while I work. When I try out lines of dialogue, he’ll listen but keeps his counsel. Wherever in the house I give him biscuits, he brings them here to eat on his dining carpet. When I’m too long at writing he sighs and walks away.
Pamela Schoenewaldt, historical novels of immigration and the search for self in new worlds: WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, and UNDER THE SAME BLUE SKY (all HarperCollins).
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