Soon there will be riding again, I promise
My friend Joan (over at Cowboy and Dexter's Excellent Adventures) encouraged me to submit some of my writing to our local Horse Council publication, and I have done so. Apparently, it was acceptable.
I have yet to get my hands on a printed copy, but my story starts on page 23 and rolls onto page 25. (Which means I got to spread out to more than one page!)
Wonder what I should write about next?
Perhaps balancing the thing that pays the bills (yeah, my job) with the thing that feeds my soul (the horses, of course).
Not that I don't love my job, I just sometimes wish I was a little less important. Okay, not really, but some of you may get where I'm going with that.
Unfortunately, the pragmatist in me realizes the job must be done, the bills must be paid, and Calabar will still love me when I do finally get back to the barn. He may pout--scratch that, he will pout--but he will still love me. As long as there are carrots. And black licorice. Oh, and apples.