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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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, January 25, 2014

Four horse day

I haven't ridden four horses in a day since I stopped toiling in the desert as a working student. I am exhausted. It started out with riding the BN/N packer one of my pony clubbers is leasing. I am no longer envious of her having that horse. He might be a great jumper, but oh are his gaits weird and uncomfortable. He feels off, but he isn't. I have never appreciated Banana more after riding something so uncomfortable. After him I rode a friend's horse, another short strided uncomfortable ride.  Fortunately, the friend I was riding with wanted to switch, so I got to ride her very sensitive, adorable QH. Then I came home and rode Banana, checking the fence line.

And now I can write no more, as my brain is too tired.
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