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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

And then there are the days even the big things don't help

The feel of a pony's muzzle on your hand as she licks apple juice from it. Trying to sear that feeling into your memory, knowing you won't get to feel it for much longer. The tears... knowing she's not well, knowing you're doing the right thing, mourning that your time left together is so limited. Pony, even though you haven't been able to really touch her in months standing there, your hand on her neck, while you sob. She gave me back my confidence when she shouldn't have. She took me over every jump, never questioning. I love her so much. Even with all of her quirks part of my soul is in that pony. She's like a pony horcrux. Maybe all horses are horcruxes: we give them part of our soul and when they die our soul dies too. Fortunately, we seem to be able to make unlimited horsie horcruxes. I'm trying to be pragmatic, but my being hurts.
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