Thank god, a new month
Jun. 4th, 2007 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseThank you all for your lovely comments, and welcome new readers and friends from earlier posts. The meme was a message--points to Oz for getting it in one. I am finally back to some sort of routine, and am in the Book Bunker(tm), which both complicates social matters and makes professional life easier. Ms. is due actually tomorrow, but will be a month late. Still, beats a few years late. It is much to fun to write, and I hope will be fun to read as well.
News on that front: I've sold a middle-grade horse fantasy to Tor, ms. due late this year, and we hope to make it a series. Not sure which nom de plume will go on it yet. The editor is very excited, and I'm pretty happy about it myself. My inner kid is 10 anyway, I've always known that, so when editor and publisher asked if I could "young down" the proposal from YA to MG, it felt totally right. It's going to be a blast to play with.
I still don't have a lot to say, am still in processing mode; I was there before the really bad stuff happened, then it got Really bad, and it's taking a while to climb out.
Still loving Le Truck, and with a little help from my friends, have got the gas mileage up to an acceptable level. After decades of 4 cylinders, one forgets that the 8's effectively drive themselves. I have yet to even look for a trailer, have to recover from the down payment first, but that will come. Meanwhile, it's very nice indeed to need a couple of bales of hay, and be able to pop over and get them.
Horses are doing well. Pooka's lady, Gold, has been here for a month; she's due to foal July 21st and already looks as if she swallowed the Goodyear Blimp. Sideways. She's glossy, happy, and full of herself. Oreo, her last year's kid, is as tall as she is; he turned a year old on Friday. He's all legs and drive train at the moment. Has dad's movement, as they all do: Boingity!
Breeding Pandora hasn't been working--I will have her checked; she had a late return to heat, but has been in Yes-Yes-NOOO!!! mode when Pooka makes his moves, and kicked the living crap out of him on the day we all thought she was in standing heat. No serious injuries but a lot of minor ones. That did it, I pulled him out of there and out he stays. Either she's reached the point that she's just plain not breedable, or there's a baby in there and she's having false cycles. The way this year has been going, I'm not betting on the latter.
Ephiny is now on the roster but so far no heat signs; I just started with her last week however, so there's time yet. She does love to talk to her Pooka, even if she's not like totally into him, you know? Even if she doesn't know what's happening, if and when she does come into heat, he'll tell us. Boy knows his job.
Riding has not been happening, but I've been getting back to it, still have my seat, for a wonder, and Teacher came back for lessons yesterday and worked my (and Capria's) buns off. Pook's foot is all better; he's back on the longe and will be back under saddle this week. He had the most incredibly beautiful canter on the longe this morning, truly to die for; can't wait to ride it again. Camilla will get her turn, too. The lesson from the TL clinic in April--Thou Shalt Not Be A Victim--took with both of us; now when she drives that ferocious energy at me, I bump it off, and damn if she doesn't snap to. That last clinic ride was harrowing for all of us, TL included, but it did the job.
And so it goes. Crap continues to rain down, but I'm hoping (as always) that the storm will let up. It has to someday. Right? Meanwhile there are books to write and horses to ride. Could be worse.
News on that front: I've sold a middle-grade horse fantasy to Tor, ms. due late this year, and we hope to make it a series. Not sure which nom de plume will go on it yet. The editor is very excited, and I'm pretty happy about it myself. My inner kid is 10 anyway, I've always known that, so when editor and publisher asked if I could "young down" the proposal from YA to MG, it felt totally right. It's going to be a blast to play with.
I still don't have a lot to say, am still in processing mode; I was there before the really bad stuff happened, then it got Really bad, and it's taking a while to climb out.
Still loving Le Truck, and with a little help from my friends, have got the gas mileage up to an acceptable level. After decades of 4 cylinders, one forgets that the 8's effectively drive themselves. I have yet to even look for a trailer, have to recover from the down payment first, but that will come. Meanwhile, it's very nice indeed to need a couple of bales of hay, and be able to pop over and get them.
Horses are doing well. Pooka's lady, Gold, has been here for a month; she's due to foal July 21st and already looks as if she swallowed the Goodyear Blimp. Sideways. She's glossy, happy, and full of herself. Oreo, her last year's kid, is as tall as she is; he turned a year old on Friday. He's all legs and drive train at the moment. Has dad's movement, as they all do: Boingity!
Breeding Pandora hasn't been working--I will have her checked; she had a late return to heat, but has been in Yes-Yes-NOOO!!! mode when Pooka makes his moves, and kicked the living crap out of him on the day we all thought she was in standing heat. No serious injuries but a lot of minor ones. That did it, I pulled him out of there and out he stays. Either she's reached the point that she's just plain not breedable, or there's a baby in there and she's having false cycles. The way this year has been going, I'm not betting on the latter.
Ephiny is now on the roster but so far no heat signs; I just started with her last week however, so there's time yet. She does love to talk to her Pooka, even if she's not like totally into him, you know? Even if she doesn't know what's happening, if and when she does come into heat, he'll tell us. Boy knows his job.
Riding has not been happening, but I've been getting back to it, still have my seat, for a wonder, and Teacher came back for lessons yesterday and worked my (and Capria's) buns off. Pook's foot is all better; he's back on the longe and will be back under saddle this week. He had the most incredibly beautiful canter on the longe this morning, truly to die for; can't wait to ride it again. Camilla will get her turn, too. The lesson from the TL clinic in April--Thou Shalt Not Be A Victim--took with both of us; now when she drives that ferocious energy at me, I bump it off, and damn if she doesn't snap to. That last clinic ride was harrowing for all of us, TL included, but it did the job.
And so it goes. Crap continues to rain down, but I'm hoping (as always) that the storm will let up. It has to someday. Right? Meanwhile there are books to write and horses to ride. Could be worse.
