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?