Title: The Dog Walker’s Diary
Author: Kathryn Donahue
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Madeline Berger
Editor: Kelsy Thompson
Kathryn Donahue is a freelance writer and former tongue-in-cheek advice columnist for The Deepwell Press. Her humor essays have been published in First Sunday, and she won the Spotlight Award for her one-act play The Sty. Her debut novel, The Dog Walker's Diary, is a Forward finalist for Indie Book of the Year. It earned a coveted star review from Publishers Weekly, ( "... a diverting delight from beginning to end,") and a four star rating from RT Book Reviews, ("... one of the most remarkably unique contemporary romances this year.") Ms. Donahue is completing a new novel, and working on a screenplay.
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Thursday, 5:00 a.m.
Your stories are back in here, but during their short hiatus to my office I showed them to my boss. After reading them, Peter took off his glasses and said, "So you're telling me that this woman leaves you a new fairy tale every night?"
"Yes. Every night."
"Then you know what she is, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"This Irish woman. Do you know what she is?"
I shook my head. "What are you talking about? What is she?"
"Wake up, Daniel. That dog walker of yours is a Scheherazade."
Annie, you didn't respond to my invitation, and in looking back I can see how easily it could be misconstrued. If I were a woman, alone and in a different country, I might not agree to meet a semi-stranger for coffee either, even if I had been entertaining him for days with fantastical stories.
So please, allow me to make myself less of a stranger.
I am known by a small but select group of females as a heartless jerk incapable of falling in love. Each in turn soon gave up on me, more with a sad shake of the head than with dishes flying. It has happened so often that I have to concede the ladies are right. Apparently I have skipped or tripped over some developmental step that makes me incapable of true intimacy. I've made my peace with that, and recently have been lucky enough to meet Victoria, a lady who seems to suffer the same affliction. (Does that make us soul mates or soul-less mates?)