Sometimes when I work on my memoirs I feel like I am living in the past and ignoring the present too much. Thinking about romances or travels, I can get caught up in describing the clothes I wore then or in trying to evoke my emotions on a particular train ride as it arrived at the station in, say, long-ago Madrid.
But my dogs keep me anchored in the present. Lilly and Nicky do not care about all that. Lilly brings her favorite orange ball to my feet… it’s a ball made specially for dogs that we can use in the house without much risk of breaking anything. I usually ignore it when I’m writing, so she goes off to look out the front windows and see what she can bark at. Once I’m done with my writing stint, the dogs bring me back to this time and place. The cat does too.