Alright, which one of you knows what song this title's from? I'm wondering if Mr F Dinners knows... Not that it matters because he's already a winner, far as I'm concerned!
Some of you might be aware of the weirdness that is my life these days. I'm in my own house today, but it looks less like my house every time I'm here, as it empties of the objects that make it home. Meanwhile my parental homestead gets to be more like home, as the kids and I settle into it. My husband is sort of living a whole other life while we are out in the country. This is all part of a very strange transitional time in our lives. There are so many positive reasons for this move, no matter how much it often hurts to do it.
The impact of the transition is really hitting me.
I am ready willing and able to teach riding lessons, but apparently, people aren't looking out the windows at naked trees and morning frost and thinking, "Hey, I wanna learn to ride a horse!" They're thinking, "Hey, I should see if that snowblower still runs." I think this is a perfect time of year to ride. It's not freezing, and there are no bugs. I think most people though, associate riding lessons with summer. So even though I put up flyers with the phone number, I got no calls, I got no students.
Maybe it's better that way... I really want to get a truckload of sand into the corral first to improve the footing, but can't afford it yet.
It doesn't cost me anything to write.
And I have been writing.
Slowly. It's very disjointed and choppy but that's okay.
The book I wrote years ago and have been improving ever since is still on my mind.
I think I know what to do with it. I have narrowed down the next place to send it. I want to give it one more intense read, just to catch any lingering mistakes, and then I will be ready again.
Hold my breath, close my eyes and give it a shove.
Yes, I will.
Or maybe I'll keep working on the new project and send it around to agents.
NO, no I'll send my previous book.
Yeah that's what I'll do.
Unless I get distracted by something shiny first.