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In 24 Hours, I Shall Go Thud

I don't know what it's been about this week, except it's been very unproductive on the first-draft front, and very odd and disconnected and not really all there on the brain front. Have ridden the boys a lot and Capria sufficiently, and worked with Camilla. All the horse blankets are now clean except one last sheet--now to put them all in bags, label them, and stow them in the storage shed until winter rolls around again. Meanwhile there is a huge pile of blankets in the library, to the cats' delight. Tents! And Hidey-Holes! Taminy is snorked that I took all the lovely horsey smell off them--he loves to sleep on them before they're washed--but tough cookies.

Yesterday da Pook got a session in Shying Off the Bushes--for some reason he decided there was a horseasaurus outside the arena and he wasn't going near the north wall in any way, shape, or form. We spent half an hour discussing this. Nighthawks came out and hunted. Bats were divebombing us. I mean it was late, people. But it was a good session even so--no freakouts or bucking fits or sudden blastoffs, just quiet discussion of the issue of going along the track by the fence. Great practice with the steering thang and the outside-aids thang.

This morning I took keed out for a trail ride. We headed down off the mesa into the Pantano Wash, which is systematically being bulldozed and filled with houses. Apparently no one has successfully managed to inform these developers (who are from Chicago) that the nice "ravine" with the great mountain views is a large, dry riverbed that will, once in a blue moon (last time was in 1993), fill with water. Personally I would flog the county permit people who allowed this development through the fleet, but that's just me.

Meanwhile it's pretty good riding, with decent footing and still some deserty bits left. We didn't go into the "actual" channel (the one that has water in it during monsoon storms) but stayed along the Rancho Del Lago road (LAGO, dear Chicagoans, has a meaning in Spanish, it's not just a cool-sounding word). Keed would have gone on for miles, but when we got into bulldozers and construction, I opted to turn back. He dragged his feet for about a mile, with frequent stops, by way of protest.

I am now dealing with an attack of exhaustion and the realization that I have to go out and feed horses two hours early, then clean up and drive the 45 minutes to town and do a 90-minute panel on writing and then find something to eat (horses get the dinner at dinnertime tonight) and then drive the 45 minutes back home. And tomorrow, first thing, we have lessons. I suspect I'll ride rather well. I often do when I'm too exhausted to be tense. After which, truly, I shall go Thud.

Plan for next week: No commitments. No appointments. No distractions. Bunker mode supreme. Many many many pages. Because a large part of this week's discombobulation is frustration with all the assorted fussy things, chief among them the proofs I sent in yesterday, that have sucked the creativity out of my brain and rendered first draft pretty much impossible. I've managed a bit most days, but not nearly enough.

Meanwhile, horses. And then Official Author Commitment. I wonder, if I'm totally incoherent, can I claim it's my Dubya impression and people are supposed to be amused?