A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Look! Dressage!

 There was a show at Penny's old home (where the clinic was) today. The Taskmaster rode the BN test that we've spent the last two years riding over and over again to give her a nice good ride for once. I was going to ride Intro B on Meatball, but for a variety of reasons he didn't come, so I rode the test on Pony Toes. Not our best test, but not our worst. She was not a giraffe and that's all I really hope for some days. She got a 66% with The Taskmaster and a 59% with me.



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