I’m too embarrassd to check out when was the last time I checked in.
But, here I am! Still not done with the memoire-based essay book proposal, gotta finish the second sample chapter [on falling; I believe I could write an entire book about that at this stage], and have been sort of hoarding words for that. As I expect to seriously begin looking for a horse – talk about burying the lede – I’m hoarding that experience, too.
Has my horseriding become so circumscribed, then?
Wasn’t sure about the usage of that word, I think the ‘scribe’ part got me, but it does indeed apply. I’ve drawn a boundary around my thoughts, it seems, and have corralled them away from the internet. I have to think in long form, now, and it’s actually taking some rewiring of the brain: I’ve been writing anecdotally about the horses for two years now,and it’s taking some effort to tie it all together.
On the other hand, I believe that writing breeds writing, and since I’m still in a state of distractionation, maybe getting back to the blog will create some flow.
Anyway, I’m busily scalping these pages for material – which was the whole point of these pages in the first place – and think I will start posting again. After all, I’m riding four different horses at two different places: surely I’ve got something to say about that?
Oh, yeah, and talking about buying a horse. [This is progress: before it was just thinking about looking for a horse, which on a scale of 1 to 10 for passivity, is 25.]
What a life! Writing, horses and Ireland….. It would be soooo nice for those of us back in the U.S., especially in my part of the country, to see some photos of your equine friends and foes and their country side. Maybe?
My part? Arizona