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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Monday, April 29, 2013

I wanted to write a long thoughtful post about this, but I just don't have the time. Long story short... I seem to not be scared of Banana anymore. Could it return? Absolutely. But right now, after a good ride on her on Saturday and a fabulous ride at the show yesterday (four blues that we didn't need to beat anyone to get) I'm feeling perfectly fine on her. And, with help of friends with a stock trailer, she's now home at my place. She's less than thrilled with spending most of her time in the corral as I get her acclimated to the grass, but otherwise she's good. And I'm good. So life is good.
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