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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I'm nuts. Or something.

Our local horse rescue's landlords are kicking them out next week. So, guess who's getting a foster horse on Tuesday?

Me, of course. Right now I'm slated to get one of their permanent residents, a sweet little arab who is allergic to flies. Luckily, I don't have a ton of them. I haven't gone through a whole bottle of fly spray in two years. I'm a bit worried about her other problem though... she's scared of other horses. Fortunately, none of my residents are mean or nasty to other horses, so I think everything will be okay. And if anyone is going to win her over, it will be Ollie :)

Pam
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