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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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, November 29, 2014

What in heavens is wrong with me?

There's something wrong with me. I was resisting all the sales, and quite nicely. then I remembered the two things I need: a surcingle for Ollie so I can start ground driving him and, if I can find them on sale, a different herm sprenger bit for Naners. Found both, not in the same places of course. I'm wandering around, seeing if there's anything else I can convince myself I need. Guess what? There is nothing I need.

Shocked? Yeah, I am too. Actually, there are a couple of things I need (thinline seat saver, more reflective stuff for rides down the road,) but I've already asked for them for xmas. I just hope I do get them or I will lament not having gotten them during the big sale weekend.

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