I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS and LIGHT-BULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.



Sunday, March 30, 2014

Giddy-up old cowhand


I’m a wrangling.

There’s ‘bout a hundred horses on this here ranch. Some are pretty dang wild and a few are positively loco, but most are just plain docile, likable and easy to corral. For the last couple of months I’ve been rounding up the best of the herd, tryin’ to make ‘em into a real team. I got ‘em all down on the south-forty. Been lookin’ them over and I pretty well decided which I’m gonna use for my writin-rodeo.

Problem is they just keep movin’ around. One day they’re over by the barn and another I got ‘em tied up down by the gate at the beginning of the corral. I know I’ll finally figure out exactly where they are supposed to go but right now, they are a buckin’ and a bouncin’ like a handful of jumpin’ beans on cooks cast iron skillet. Just gettin’ them in a row like a bunch of quackers is one thing, figuring out what I'm gotta use in between each one is another day down by the watering hole altogether.

I got my boots and I got my shovel because Gene, Tonto, Roy and Dale them beasts sure do shit a lot. Once I get that stuff cleaned up the show'll be on the road. I’m gonna’ be takin’ some time off soon to do what I gotta’ do just to make it right. Lookin’  forward to it too. 

Hi ho Silver, away!

Not yet Kemosabe, I have to get up the nerve to tell the Sheriff I’ll be using some of my vacation time to buck my broncos.

When was the last time you took time off from your nine to five to write?

5 comments:

  1. This is about the most dumb-ass post I ever had the pleasure of wasting my time on. What I was trying to say is that I'm pulling columns out of my horses ass for the book and working on the transitions from one to the other.
    Thought of taking it down but it's Monday, makes horse-sense to me.

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  2. Carolynn, this will be a hoot to you - I think. when I read that, I thought, what the fuck is she talking about? LOL!!!! Oh well. Most of my posts I think the same thing after I hit "publish!"

    At least you had a voice going there - with all that there wranglin' and shit. :)

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    1. Rollin' rollin' rollin' keep then dawgies rollin' raw hide...
      I think I had an extra cup of coffee that day.

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    1. After rereading this I thought I had been munching on too much lo co weed.

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