Last week, I was heading home after a morning's lesson, and midday's horse-reiking, musing out the window of the bus. I thought about my novel, and what I've done to promote it, particularly the bit where I went on the TV show [see the Consuming Passions category.] Well, that was something, it made me feel …
Rolling Up the Irons
I had promised to write about how I rode Rinaldo properly. It was a Thursday morning, and I wandered out of the main building and went looking for Ruth. Paul walked by and said, 'Take Rinaldo today.' Which lead me to assume that Ruth wasn't around, that Paul was taking my lesson, and that I …
New Kid in Town
Very exciting! A big flea-bitten grey called Amigo, who doesn't speak Spanish. As far as I can tell at this stage, anyway. I'm hoping to have go on him once he gets acclimated to the school. I get a good vibe off him, I have to say. Nibbly in a friendly, curious kind of way, …
What To Do on a Horseless Monday
Bank Holiday Monday: had a meeting in town, and then decided to do something I haven't done for ages. I went to the gym for a swim. Hadn't gone is so long, the dude at the desk looked up after he checked me in and asked, 'Em, so are things working out for you at …
Snap!
BUT NOT AS IN BONE! GEEZ! Tuesday was rather blowy; I'm wondering if that's what Ireland's global warming reality is going to be from now on. Maybe I didn't notice before because I'm only living on the coast for two years. Maybe didn't notice before because I didn't spend significant time on a top of …
How’d I Do That?
Since I'm supposed to be revising for that exam, I thought I'd post. The outdoor was basically a mud puddle. I remembered falling off into that wet sand about a year ago... or less... and immediately suppressed the memory. It wasn't going to happen again. We were jumping, a double, and then a fence at …
Coolest. Thing. Ever.
I had been nipping in to Easons, the bookshop I'd lurked around on my book day... oh, you know... just about every day. It's my northside bookshop, they get a lot of my business, they stock stationery and art supplies and Yankee Candles and horse stickers — one stop shopping, as you can see — …
Pants on Fire: Part II
When I sit on the bus or the tram [not often in the taxis; Dublin taximen are notoriously chatty], I am often writing posts, in my head, telling myself the story of the thing I'm going to write. Right now? Not so much. I'm writing an awful lot, work wise, which is great, but it's …
Hellloooooooooo!
I'm back. I am surprised at how much head space my book party took up, which probably seems ridiculous, but there you go. I suppose I was downplaying to myself, or whatever, so I wouldn't get to mental, but it didn't help. I was nervous as a bag o' cats. Anyway, back to the blog, …
Return of Mojo
I think I may have my seat back over the fences, as far as Rebel is concerned. We took some low ones on Saturday: the first was so low that he just stepped over it. The others that followed were a little higher, but the exercise we were doing required that we take the fence, …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 