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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Why am I not there?

I'm sitting here checking the scores at Coconino. Part of me wishes I was there. Part of me is really glad I'm not because there are a crap load of competitors. There's 14 in Senior Pre-comp, which would have been our division. I've never seen more than 8. It's like one of those east coast events. And, we would be in last, because oh god, the dressage scores are low. There's just something so wrong with the fact that good dressage is now required. I'm thinking there should be another stadium round or something.

I wish Banana could be consistently good or consistently bad. We had a lovely ride today down the road. We trotted quite a bit, as mare has gotten rather pudgy. She's really a good girl. Argh.

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