My bulldog, Brutus, is my writing companion. He spends the majority of the day under my desk. He likes to be underneath stuff. He snores. He stinks up the room on a regular basis and he is a horrible beggar. You would think I wouldn’t want him around but I miss him if he isn’t there. My writing doesn’t seem to flow as well. I am not sure why that is. He doesn’t really do anything specific to contribute to the story but somehow everything goes a little more smoothly while he is there.
He can be a distraction, don’t get me wrong. He always needs to go out at an inopportune moment in the story or he decides to redecorate his bed and blanket in a very obnoxious way while I am writing an intense scene.
I wouldn’t change it though. He’s so adorable, it makes up for it. Besides who would want to write alone?