That's it! I Am Leaving You

We gave this our best effort. We tried to make it work. We even saw a group therapist. But I made my decision.

Tomorrow is my last day we will be together.

Well, don’t take it too hard, I am, after all, Jennifer’s interim email writer. She’s coming home this weekend and…

WAIT! What is that?

Is that CELEBRATING I hear in the background? I hear music, and dancing, and, and,… and fireworks!

All right, so you put up with my antics long enough. It is true that tomorrow will be my last day for a long while of writing to you about the Dire Wolf Project in the present moment. And I have to say, for my part, I have REALLY ENJOYED THIS.

Not like before. I dunno, there is something about they way we have matured in our relationship this past week. Sort of like a retreat week without the group hug and singing Kum-By-Yah.

But I have a few things I want to share before I go.

The first is that I will be back, every Friday. Yes, Jennifer and I talked about doing something like this for the past few months. She writes to you her in depth and educated analyses on dog breeding and catches you up on the latest points of interest like when the next litter is coming.

I will be remaining to write… something… anything… on Fridays. We’ll call it something like FOLKTALE FRIDAY.

Or, or, A Friendly Folktale Friday…

Or, or, A Forever Friendly Folktale Friday…

or FREAKY FRIDAY!

Or whatever!

The point is, we’re attempting to push the envelope with our publishing company. Because of my work and everything Jennifer has been involved in, we just haven’t had the time to give the publishing branch of the Dire Wolf Project its due.

And we don’t have to break up just because our Jennifer is planning on returning and taking this all away from us—after all we’ve been through! How could you just up and leave me? How could you??

I have dibs on the coffee table…

Folktale Friday does not signify that I will be writing folktales on Friday. That could happen, if the Brothers Grimm visit me in a dream insisting I do something, but otherwise, no.

Direwolf Folktales are not just short stories we would make up. They’re real stories, like the ones I shared with you this week. Mostly true with some embellishment to season in some irony for humor sake. We could talk about anything related to the publishing company including starting up submissions for writers and/or artists wanting to share their stories.

We might do short story contests. (I would love to hear your stories for a change). We might even find some potential talented authors out there.

It will be worth the ride. And when I like what I do, I can assume you will too, because we’re at our best. i will still share real life events like when Yeti shared the coffee shop with me this week. In other words, it will have something to do with writing and publishing, but you won’t necessarily recognize it.

And if you don’t write but always wanted to, you’ll learn a lot!

Plus, there is still so much I want to share with you.

Serious stuff.

Exciting stuff.

All kinds of stuff.

Tomorrow, as a farewell gift, I want to let you in on the novel, Abbot and the Stone, I have been working on (ashamedly for the past three years! All good things come to those who wait!).

It is going to be epic.

It is going to be my best work yet.

And its stories and character relationships run very deep.

Clever plot twists.

It’s a suspense thriller. No magical places or time travel in this novel. Way more down to earth. I think you will love it.

And we found an artist who did an amazing book cover. I will share it with you tomorrow along with an Insider’s peek inside the story line.

Promise I won’t spoil the ending.

And after this book reaches the New York Times Bestseller list, you can all say you knew me when… (insert wispy sigh)

Well, at least we can dream.

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Jennifer Stoeckl is the co-founder of the Dire Wolf Project, founder of the DireWolf Guardians American Dirus Dog Training Program, and owner/operator of DireWolf Dogs of Vallecito. She lives in the beautiful inland northwest among the Ponderosa pine forests with her pack of American Dirus dogs.